In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.
Henry Ward BeecherTo the covetous man life is a nightmare, and God lets him wrestle with it as best he may.
Henry Ward BeecherA man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up in the air.
Henry Ward Beecher