Midnight,--strange mystic hour,--when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin.
Harriet Beecher StoweSo much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
Harriet Beecher StoweNo ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.
Harriet Beecher StoweIt takes years and maturity to make the discovery that the power of faith is nobler than the power of doubt; and that there is a celestial wisdom in the ingenuous propensity to trust, which belongs to honest and noble natures.
Harriet Beecher Stowe