Harriet Beecher-Stowe Quote

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other

Fear death? - to feel the fog in my throat, the mist in my face

It is always incomprehensible to a man that a woman should refuse an offer of marriage

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children

Talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believed