Some sorrows are but footprints in the snow, which the genial sun effaces, or, if it does not wholly efface, changes into dimples.
Henry Ward BeecherMany men build as cathedrals are built-the part nearest the ground finished, but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.
Henry Ward BeecherThere is no such thing as white lies; a lie is as black as a coalpit, and twice as foul.
Henry Ward Beecher