I don't know as I am fit for anything and I have thought that I could wish to die young and let the remembrance of me and my faults perish in the grave rather than live, as I fear I do, a trouble to everyone.... Sometimes I could not sleep and have groaned and cried till midnight.
Harriet Beecher StoweGod has always been to me not so much like a father as like a dear and tender mother.
Harriet Beecher StoweGreek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.
Harriet Beecher Stowe