We under no circumstances know the appreciate of your parent till we develop into dad and mom ourselves.
Henry Ward BeecherThere are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.
Henry Ward BeecherThe meanest, most contemptible kind of praise is that which first speaks well of a man, and then qualifies it with a But.
Henry Ward Beecher