Julia Ward Howe
Julia Ward Howe
Julia Ward Howewas an American poet and author, best known for writing "The Battle Hymn of the Republic". She was also an advocate for abolitionism and was a social activist, particularly for women's suffrage...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionActivist
Date of Birth27 May 1819
CountryUnited States of America
perception daily-life edges
Familiarity so dulls the edge of perception as to make us least acquainted with things forming part of our daily life.
inspirational-life expression life-is
While your life is the true expression of your faith, whom can you fear?
life forever ideals
Every life has its actual blanks, which the ideal must fill up, or which else remain bare & profitless forever.
tea age life-is-like
Life is like a cup of tea, the sugar is all at the bottom!
balance blood indicate nor sword violence wipe
Disarm, disarm. The sword of murder is not the balance of justice. Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.
strokes writers-and-writing
The strokes of the pen need deliberation as much as the sword needs swiftness.
serenity mind morality
Politeness induces morality. Serenity of manners requires serenity of mind.
past remembrance feelings
I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
divine-wisdom theology ingenuity
Theology in general seems to me a substitution of human ingenuity for divine wisdom.
light soul brain
When the unwelcome little unborn shall have seen the light my brain will be lightened, and I shall have a clearer mind. Thank God that even this weary nine months shall come to an end and leave me in possession of my own body and my own soul.
stars struggle fighting
The flag of our stately battles, not struggles of wrath and greed, Its stripes were a holy lesson, its spangles a deathless creed: 'T was red with the blood of freemen and white with the fear of the foe; And the stars that fight in their courses 'gainst tyrants its symbols know.
country son carnage
We, women of one country, Will be too tender of those of another country To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.
not-happy be-good
I never could be good when I was not happy.
forgive-me forgiving instinct
God forgive me if I do wrong in following with ardor the strongest instincts of my nature.