Nothing is orderly till man takes hold of it. Everything in creation lies around loose.
Henry Ward BeecherIn this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.
Henry Ward BeecherNothing is orderly till man takes hold of it. Everything in creation lies around loose.
Henry Ward BeecherIn this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.
Henry Ward Beecher