God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.
Henry Ward BeecherIt is not when the cable lies coiled up on the deck that you know how strong or how weak it is; it is when it is put to the test.
Henry Ward BeecherThinking is creating with God, as thinking is writing with the ready writer; and worlds are only leaves turned over in the process of composition, about his throne.
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