[According to legend, when Abraham Lincoln met Harriet Beecher Stowe he said, "So you're the little woman who wrote the book that started this Great War!"]
Uncle Tom was a sort of patriarch in religious matters, in the neighborhood. Having, naturally, an organization in which the morale was strongly predominant, together with a greater breadth and cultivation of mind than obtained among his companions, he was looked up to with great respect, as a sort of minister among them; and the simple, hearty, sincere style of his exhortations might have edified even better educated persons. But it was in prayer that he especially excelled.
Treat 'em like dogs, and you'll have dogs' works and dogs' actions. Treat 'em like men, and you'll have men's works.
I ain't a Christian like you, Eliza; my heart's full of bitterness; I can't trust in G_d.
…being, as we have said, a Christian man, and a resident in a free State, felt some uneasiness on the subject.
The longest way must have its close—the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
...the heart has no tears to give,—it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
Well, the carriage is waiting, and the crowd are now off, so that one can walk out in a decent and Christian manner, and not be pushed and shoved.
Obeying G_d never brings on public evils. It's always safest, all round, to do as He bids us.
Any mind that is capable of a real sorrow is capable of good.
George stood with clenched hands and glowing eyes, and looking as any other man might look, whose wife was to be sold at auction, and son sent to a trader, all under the shelter of a Christian nation's laws.
Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good not to do harm.
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!