Whoever makes home seem to the young dearer and more happy, is a public benefactor.
Henry Ward BeecherHope is sweet-minded and sweet-eyed. It draws pictures; it weaves fancies; it fills the future with delight.
Henry Ward BeecherA grindstone that had not grit in it, how long would it take to sharpen an ax? And affairs that had not grit in them, how long would they take to make a man?
Henry Ward BeecherSorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.
Henry Ward Beecher