There is no slave out of heaven like a loving woman; and of all loving women, there is no such slave as a mother.
Henry Ward BeecherSpeak of the appetite for drink; or of a bon-vivant's relish for dinner! What are these mere animal throes and ragings compared with those fantasies of taste, of those yearning of the imagination, of those insatiable appetites of intellect, which bewilder a student in a great bookseller's temptation-hall.
Henry Ward Beecher