Nothing marks the change from the city to the country so much as the absence of grinding noises. The country is never silent. But its sounds are separate, distinct, and as it were, articulate.
Henry Ward BeecherWhat if you have seen it before, ten thousand times over? An apple tree in full blossom is like a message, sent fresh from heaven to earth, of purity and beauty.
Henry Ward BeecherWhat place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?
Henry Ward Beecher