But it is often those who have least of all in this life whom He chooseth for the kingdom. Put thy trust in Him and no matter what befalls thee here, He will make all right hereafter. (Harriet Beecher Stowe, "Uncle Tom's Cabin")
But, of old, there was One whose suffering changed an instrument of torture, degradation and shame, into a symbol of glory, honor, and immortal life; and, where His spirit is, neither degrading stripes, nor blood, nor insults, can make the Christian's last struggle less than glorious. (Harriet Beecher Stowe, "Uncle Tom's Cabin")
Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever! (Harriet Beecher Stowe, "Uncle Tom's Cabin")
For how imperiously, how coolly, in disregard of all one's feelings, does the hard, cold, uninteresting course of daily realities move on! Still we must eat, and drink, and sleep, and wake again, - still bargain, buy, sell, ask and answer questions, - pursue, in short, a thousand shadows, though all interest in them be over; the cold, mechanical habit of living remaining, after all vital interest in it has fled. (Harriet Beecher Stowe, "Uncle Tom's Cabin")
For, so inconsistent is human nature, especially in the ideal, that not to undertake a thing at all seems better than to undertake and come short. (Harriet Beecher Stowe, "Uncle Tom's Cabin")
His conversation was in free and easy defiance of Murray's Grammar, and was garnished at convenient intervals with various profane expressions, which not even the desire to be graphic in our account shall induce us to transcribe. (Harriet Beecher Stowe, "Uncle Tom's Cabin")
I make no manner of doubt that you threw a very diamond of truth at me, though you see it hit me so directly in the face that it wasn't exactly appreciated, at first. (Harriet Beecher Stowe, "Uncle Tom's Cabin")
Religion! Is what you hear at church religion? Is that which can bend and turn, and descend and ascend, to fit every crooked phase of selfish, worldly society, religion? Is that religion which is less scrupulous, less generous, less just, less considerate for man, than even my own ungodly, worldly, blinded nature? No! When I look for religion, I must look for something above me, and not something beneath. (Harriet Beecher Stowe, "Uncle Tom's Cabin")
Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear. (Harriet Beecher Stowe, "Uncle Tom's Cabin")
There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed. (Harriet Beecher Stowe, "Uncle Tom's Cabin")
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