Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
Henry Ward BeecherSome have supposed that the mosquito is of a devout turn, and never will partake of a meal without first saying grace. The devotions of some men are but a preface to blood-sucking.
Henry Ward BeecherNothing is orderly till man takes hold of it. Everything in creation lies around loose.
Henry Ward Beecher