Nothing is orderly till man takes hold of it. Everything in creation lies around loose.
Henry Ward BeecherSome men are, in regard to ridicule, like tin-roofed buildings in regard to hail: all that hits them bounds rattling off; not a stone goes through.
Henry Ward BeecherLet parents who hate their offspring rear them to hate labor, and to inherit riches; and before long they will be stung by every vice, racked by its poison, and damned by its penalty.
Henry Ward Beecher