The mere wit is only a human bauble. He is to life what bells are to horses-not expected to draw the load, but only to jingle while the horses draw.
Henry Ward BeecherOctober is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors.
Henry Ward BeecherSelfishness is that detestable vice which no one will forgive in others, and no one is without himself.
Henry Ward Beecher