There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.
Henry Ward BeecherMan is at the bottom an animal, midway a citizen, and at the top divine. But the climate of this world is such that few ripen at the top.
Henry Ward Beecher