The soul without imagination is what an observatory would be without a telescope.
Henry Ward BeecherUndoubtedly we render our consciences callous by evil indulgences; but we cannot entirely subdue that still, small voice.
Henry Ward BeecherThe methods by which men have met and conquered trouble, or been slain by it, are the same in every age. Some have floated on the sea, and trouble carried them on its surface as the sea carries cork. Some have sunk at once to the bottom as foundering ships sink. Some have run away from their own thoughts. Some have coiled themselves up into a stoical indifference. Some have braved the trouble, and defied it. Some have carried it as a tree does a wound, until by new wood it can overgrow and cover the old gash.
Henry Ward Beecher