Not thine the sorrow, but ours, sainted soul! Thou hast indeed entered into the promised land, while we are yet on the march. To us remain the rocking of the deep, the storm upon the land, days of duty and nights of watching; but thou are sphered high above all darkness and fear, beyond all sorrow and weariness. Rest, oh, weary heart!
Henry Ward BeecherFind out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.
Henry Ward BeecherLaw represents the effort of man to organize society; governments, the efforts of selfishness to overthrow liberty.
Henry Ward Beecher