God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.
Henry Ward BeecherOf all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
Henry Ward BeecherGod has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.
Henry Ward BeecherOf all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
Henry Ward Beecher