Harriet Beecher Stowe
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowewas an American abolitionist and author. She came from a famous religious family and is best known for her novel Uncle Tom's Cabin. It depicts the harsh life for African Americans under slavery. It reached millions as a novel and play, and became influential in the United States and Great Britain. It energized anti-slavery forces in the American North, while provoking widespread anger in the South. She wrote 30 books, including novels, three travel memoirs, and collections...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNon-Fiction Author
Date of Birth14 June 1811
CityLitchfield, CT
CountryUnited States of America
Gems, in fact, are a species of mineral flowers; they are the blossoms of the dark, hard mine; and what they want in perfume, they make up in durability.
There is no phase of the Italian mind that has not found expression in its music.
The number of those men who know how to use wholly irresponsible power humanely and generously is small. Everybody knows this, and the slave knows it best of all.
Rome is an astonishment!
There is more done with pens than with swords.
Sensitive people never like the fatigue of justifying their instincts.
it isn't mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
a true gentleman ... was characterized as the man that asks the fewest questions. This trait of refined society might be adopted into home-like in a far greater degree than it is, and make it far more agreeable.
The same quickness which makes a mind buoyant in gladness often makes it gentlest and most sympathetic in sorrow.
Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
The person who decides what shall be the food and drink of a family, and the modes of its preparation, is the one who decides, to a greater or less extent, what shall be the health of that family.
the delicacy that respects a friend's silence is one of the charms of life.
the temperaments of children are often as oddly unsuited to parents as if capricious fairies had been filling cradles with changelings.
O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?