“I want to speak to you about the great principle of equality, which declares that all men are created equal and that no man should be held as a slave. Whatever the color of his skin, every man is a child of God.”
“Uncle Tom looked at his master and said, ‘Master, you may whip me, you may sell me, but you can never make me turn traitor to my faith. My soul is free.’”
“When men seek their own advantage at the cost of others’ suffering, the world becomes a cold and unfeeling place. Only when we truly care for and help one another can love and warmth return to humanity.”
"Freedom!—who can tell what a charm that word had for the ear and heart of the slave? It was like a heavenly breeze, that blew away the sultry air of bondage, and made the heart leap for joy!"
"She had seen the auction-block; she had seen the scourgings; she had seen the mother's parting with her child, and the husband with his wife. She had heard the screams of the lash, and the moans of the dying; and in her soul had arisen that deep, settled hatred of slavery, which lies at the foundation of the noblest and bravest characters."
“There are such beings in the world, who have the gift of finding joy in sorrow and of extracting happiness from distress; and their presence is like a torch in the darkness, which makes even the most desolate places bright and cheering. They are the sowers of hope, who bury their own hopes in the dust of the earth, but which spring up like flowers and balm to heal the wounds of the forlorn and the desolate.”
“The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.”
“As long as the law considers all these human beings, with beating hearts and living affections, only as so many things belonging to a master,--so long as the failure, or misfortune, or imprudence, or death of the kindest owner, may cause them any day to exchange a life of kind protection and indulgence for one of hopeless misery and toil,--so long it is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.”
“Tom sat down in the verandah. It was a beautiful moonlight evening, and he sat watching the rising and falling spray of the fountain, and listening to its murmur. Tom thought of his home, and that he should soon be a free man, and able to return to it at will. He thought how he should work to buy his wife and boys. He felt the muscles of his brawny arms with a sort of joy, as he thought they would soon belong to himself, and how much they could do to work out the freedom of his family. Then he thought of his noble young master, and, ever second to that, came the habitual prayer that he had always offered for him; and then his thoughts passed on to the beautiful Eva, whom he now thought of among the angels; and he thought till he almost fancied that that bright face and golden hair were looking upon him, out of the spray of the fountain. And, so musing, he fell asleep, and dreamed he saw her coming bounding towards him, just as she used to come, with a wreath of jessamine in her hair, her cheeks bright, and her eyes radiant with delight; but, as he looked, she seemed to rise from the ground; her cheeks wore a paler hue,--her eyes had a deep, divine radiance, a golden halo seemed around her head,--and she vanished from his sight; and Tom was awakened by a loud knocking, and a sound of many voices at the gate.”
“A day of grace is yet held out to us. Both North and South have been guilty before God, and the Christian church has a heavy account to answer. Not by combining together, to protect injustice and cruelty, and making a common capital of sin, is this Union to be saved,--but by repentance, justice and mercy; for, not surer is the eternal law by which the millstone sinks in the ocean, than that stronger law, by which injustice and cruelty shall bring on nations the wrath of Almighty God!”
In these days, when all the great hearts of Christendom are for ever beating together in a vast movement, whose object is to set free, forever, a single oppressed and suffering race, can we listen to a tale of woe and wrong that speaks in those deep tones in which the Bible always speaks to us, and not feel that we, too, must join the great and good cause?
Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
It is the peculiar evil of the slave system, that it makes every human relation artificial and false, and breathes hypocrisy into every aspect of life.
And yet, in the midst of all this, there was a soft and gentle side to Tom's nature; a quiet, simple, child-like faith, that made him rely on the Bible with a confiding simplicity, that was beautiful to see.
If you are a man, act like one; if you've ever been taught to read and write, to think and reason, to learn and improve yourself, do it now; and if you can't do it for yourself, do it for your children.
I would rather die upon this floor, right here, than carry one grain of rice, or swat one mosquito, for that man!
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!
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.
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.
"Tom is the best slave I have,"said Master Shelby."He is a good man who believes in god."
"God does not care about blacks.They are not even men.I just want to buy Tom because he is a hard worker,"said Mr.Haley.
"But you want too much money for one slave.I'll pay the money you need if you give me a slave child ,too. ""okay,"agreed Master Shelby.
"I hate to do it,but I have to save our farm.I'll give you little Henry.He will grow up to be a good slave."
"It was worth a lifetime of effort to have won this one human soul; it was a higher and better triumph than all the poor triumphs of the battlefield, and all the glory of the earth."
"The meanest and worst of mankind are not altogether beyond the reach of pity, when once you can get within the circle of their family affections."
"But now, the great thought came upon her, that perhaps, by patient, faithful endurance, she might do something towards lightening the chain of her race."
"It's natural for folks to think well o' them things they have to put up with; but it ain't natur, nor it ain't right, for a man to be a slave; it's a curse, and a curse that's a dern sight worse than the curse that was laid on the first man that ever raised his hand agin his brother."
"But now, O Lord, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. Is it not hard, oh, my brothers, to feel that we are only clay in the hands of the potter?"
It was the first time that ever George had sat down on equal terms at any white man's table; and he sat down, at first, with some constraint and awkwardness; but they all exhaled and went off like fog, in the genial morning rays of this simple overflowing kindness.
In the world has like this some happy people, they make own pain other people happiness, they wiped away tears have buried own hope in this mortal world between, it turned the seed actually, was long the fresh flower and the balm, treated the wound for the alone and forsaken cruel fate person .
when we look back on past events time, sometimes is as if extremely pitiful, extremely difficultly, however we certainly also remembered, each ease passes the time, has always brought some pleasure to you and consoles the *.Therefore, although we are not the absolute joy, actually not as for absolute pain.
listened to be used to the insult person since birth, in the ear has suddenly heard a that warm speech, was very difficult to accept as true.
In the world has like this some happy people, they make own pain other people happiness, they wiped away tears have buried own hope in this mortal world between, it turned the seed actually, was long the fresh flower and the balm, treated the wound for the alone and forsaken cruel fate person .
But who, sir, makes the trader? Who is most to blame? The enlightened, cultivated, intelligent man, who supports the system of which the trader is the inevitable result, or the poor trader himself? You make the public statement that calls for his trade, that debauches and depraves him, till he feels no shame in it; and in what are you better than he? Are you educated and he ignorant, you high and he low, you refined and he coarse, you talented and he simple? In the day of a future judgment, these very considerations may make it more tolerable for him than for you.
In the world not to everybody all disadvantageous misdemeanor.
In the world has like this some happy people, they make own pain other people happiness, they wiped away tears have buried own hope in this mortal world between, it turned the seed actually, was long the fresh flower and the balm, treated the wound for the alone and forsaken cruel fate person.
when we look back on past events time, sometimes is as if extremely pitiful, extremely difficultly, however we certainly also remembered, each ease passes the time, has always brought some pleasure to you and consoles the *. Therefore, although we are not the absolute joy, actually not as for absolute pain.
The power of the human will, in its relation to circumstances, is a subject on which the great ones of the earth have always moralized and speculated.
If it is morally right to make men slaves, then it is morally right to buy and sell them.
The idea of freedom had been like the distant star, ever seen but never reached.
There is no happiness in having the mastery over slaves, dependent on your breath, and yet feeling that, in the moment of any strong emotion, they might be able to trample on you.
The soul without Christ, is an awful thing to contemplate.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
It is impossible to conceive of a human being more completely sequestered from all knowledge and thought of a world beyond, than was our poor Tom.
The middle condition, so often the most difficult one to be reconciled to, never entered into his consideration.
In this world there are some happy people who make their own pain the happiness of others, they wipe away their tears and bury their hopes in this mortal world, it becomes a seed, grows into fresh flowers and balm, heals the wounds of the lonely and forsaken by cruel fate.
“ In the world has like this some happy people, they make own pain other people happiness, they wiped away tears have buried own hope in this mortal world between, it turned the seed actually, was long the fresh flower and the balm, treated the wound for the alone and forsaken cruel fate person.”
“ When we look back on past events time, sometimes is as if extremely pitiful, extremely difficultly, however we certainly also remembered, each ease passes the time, has always brought some pleasure to you and consoles the *.Therefore, although we are not the absolute joy, actually not as for absolute pain.”
“ The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.”
“ In the world not to everybody all disadvantageous misdemeanor.”
“ Death! Strange that there should be such a word,and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should beliving, warm and beautiful,full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!”
When we look back on past events time, sometimes is as if extremely pitiful, extremely difficultly, however we certainly also remembered, each ease passes the time, has always brought some pleasure to you and consoles the *. Therefore, although we are not the absolute joy, actually not as for absolute pain.
In the world has like this some happy people, they make own pain other people happiness, they wiped away tears have buried own hope in this mortal world between, it turned the seed actually, was long the fresh flower and the balm, treated the wound for the alone and forsaken cruel fate person.
The longest way must have its close; the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
What are you going to do? O, George, don't do anything wicked;if you only trust in God, and try to do right, he'll deliver you.”
“I an't a Christian like you, Eliza; my heart's full of bitterness; I can't trust in God. Why does he let things be so? ”
“O, George, we must have faith. Mistress says that when all things go wrong to us, we must believe that God is doing the very best.”
“Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.”
“Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.”
“The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest
The power of the human will, in its relation to circumstances, is a subject on which the great ones of the earth have always moralized and speculated.
If it is morally right to make men slaves, then it is morally right to buy and sell them.
The idea of freedom had been like the distant star, ever seen but never reached.
There is no happiness in having the mastery over slaves, dependent on your breath, and yet feeling that, in the moment of any strong emotion, they might be able to trample on you.
The soul without Christ, is an awful thing to contemplate.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
It is impossible to conceive of a human being more completely sequestered from all knowledge and thought of a world beyond, than was our poor Tom.
The middle condition, so often the most difficult one to be reconciled to, never entered into his consideration.
“Treat ’em like dogs, and you’ll have dogs’ works and dogs’ actions. Treat ’em like men, and you’ll have men’s works.”
“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!”
“But now what? Why, now comes my master, takes me right away from my work, and my friends, and all I like, and grinds me down into the very dirt! And why? Because, he says, I forgot who I was; he says, to teach me that I am only a nigger!”
“The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.”
1. "The soul of a mother is the last strong-hold of the divine in this earthly life. You will have heard, perhaps, of the story of that mother who had another world opened to her in a dying child's eyes."
2. "If you'd been a poor nigger, as I have, you'd know what a thing it is to find a friend, when you've lost everything in the world."
3. "I'd sooner be a dead man than a slave!"
“Whoever visits some estates there, and witnesses the good-humored indulgence of some masters and mistresses, and the affectionate loyalty of some slaves, might be tempted to dream the oft-fabled poetic legend of a patriarchal institution, and all that; but over and above the scene there broods a portentous shadow—the shadow of law.So long as the law considers all these human beings, with beating hearts and living affections, only as so many things belonging to a master, so long as the tailure, or misfortune, or imprudence, or death of the kindest owner, may cause them any day to exchange a life of kind protection and indulgence for one of hopeless misery and toil, —so long it is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.”
“I'm willin' to work, night and day, and work while there's life and breath in me; but this yer thing I can't feel it right to do; - and, Mas'r,I never shall do it, —never!”
“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.”
“Death! Strange that there should be sucha 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!”
“Any mind that is capable of a real sorrow is capable of good.”
“Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.”
“There is a better day coming,” said he, “a better day coming for us all, and this is not the worst of it—not the worst, thank God!”
“But now,” said he, “I’ve got a little property ahead, and I shall take good care of it. It ain’t much; but it’s enough to keep us comfortable; and when a man’s got enough for that, what does he want to be fooling round after more for?”
There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot. These essays are the delights and solaces of solitary hours.
The heaviest thing that ever weighed upon the heart of man was the laugh of the slave-mother as she saw her child taken from her, to be sold like a beast in the market.
No man can put a chain about the ankle of his fellow man without at last finding the other end fastened about his own neck.
The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away; blessed be the name of the Lord.
“We don’t own your laws; we don’t own your country; we stand here as free, under God’s sky, as you are; and, by the great God that made us, we’ll fight for our liberty till we die.”
- Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Ch. 17
“A day of grace is yet held out to us. Both North and South have been guilty before God; and the Christian church has a heavy account to answer. Not by combining together, to protect injustice and cruelty, and making a common capital of sin, is this Union to be saved,--but by repentance, justice and mercy; for, not surer is the eternal law by which the millstone sinks in the ocean, than that stronger law, by which injustice and cruelty shall bring on nations the wrath of Almighty God!”
- Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Ch. 45
"It is impossible to conceive of a human creature more wholly desolate and forlorn than Eliza, when she turned her eyes from the blooming face of her babe, and her bursting heart, and find shelter among strangers." 当艾丽莎把目光从她婴儿脸上那盛开的表情和她激荡的心情移开，她将自己安顿在陌生人中间，这时无法想象有比她更孤独凄凉的人。
"The evil of sin is its own punishment." （罪孽的恶就是它自己的惩罚。）
"It is impossible to conceive of a human creature more wholly desolate and forlorn than Eliza, when she turned her eyes from the blooming face of her babe, and her bursting heart, and find shelter among strangers."这句话展示了艾丽莎在与她的婴儿分开后的孤独和绝望，强调了分离的痛苦和她面对陌生人的无助感。
"You poor, miserable, blind creatures!" said Tom, with a hearty scorn, that woke up the mother in Eliza, and made her rush frantically to the door to keep him in. "You don't know what you've got hold of,—what you're selling,—what you're giving away. You don't know the blessing these children are to you, and how you're going to miss it, and what you're selling them to. If you only could see, as I do, the chains and the darkness, and the whole soul of sin that you're dragging them down to, you'd be horror-struck at the very thought of selling your own child to it!"
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