Undoubtedly we render our consciences callous by evil indulgences; but we cannot entirely subdue that still, small voice.
Henry Ward BeecherHe who is false to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and will find the flaw when he may have forgotten its cause.
Henry Ward BeecherNothing marks the change from the city to the country so much as the absence of grinding noises. The country is never silent. But its sounds are separate, distinct, and as it were, articulate.
Henry Ward Beecher