There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, yearning for something better; nobler; holier than it knows now.
Henry Ward BeecherYoung love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
Henry Ward BeecherA house built on sand is, in fair weather, just as good as if builded on a rock. A cobweb is as good as the mightiest chain cable when there is no strain on it. It is trial that proves one thing weak and another strong.
Henry Ward Beecher