As flowers carry dewdrops, trembling on the edges of the petals, and ready to fall at the first waft of wind or brush of bird, so the heart should carry its beaded words of thanksgiving; and at the first breath of heavenly flavor, let down the shower, perfumed with the heart's gratitude.
Henry Ward BeecherTo the covetous man life is a nightmare, and God lets him wrestle with it as best he may.
Henry Ward BeecherReason is a permanent blessing of God to the soul. Without it there can be no large religion.
Henry Ward Beecher