If you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road
Henry Ward BeecherThe continuance and frequent fits of anger produce in the soul a propensity to be angry; which oftentimes ends in choler, bitterness, and moronity, when the mid becomes ulcerated, peevish, and querulous, and is wounded by the least occurrence.
Henry Ward BeecherHe is greatest whose strength carries up the most hearts by the attraction of his own.
Henry Ward Beecher