He who hunts for flowers will finds flowers; and he who loves weeds will find weeds.
Henry Ward BeecherThe slave labors, but with no cheer - it is not the road to respectability, it will honor him with no citizens' trust, it brings no bread to his family, no grain to his garner, no leisure in after-days, no books or papers to his children. It opens no school-house door, builds no church, rears for him no factory, lays no keel, fills no bank, earns no acres. With sweat and toil and ignorance he consumes his life, to pour the earnings into channels from which he does no drink, into hands that never honor him. But perpetually rob and often torment.
Henry Ward BeecherSorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.
Henry Ward Beecher