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 BeecherAny man can work when every stroke of his hands brings down the fruit rattling from the tree ... but to labor in season and out of season, under every discouragement... that requires a heroism which is transcendent.
Henry Ward BeecherIt is the triumph of civilization that at last communities have obtained such a mastery over natural laws that they drive and control them. The winds, the water, electricity, all aliens that in their wild form were dangerous, are now controlled by human will, and are made useful servants.
Henry Ward Beecher