A mother's prayers, silent and gentle, can never miss the road to the throne of all bounty.
Henry Ward BeecherA man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up in the air.
Henry Ward BeecherIt usually takes a hundred years to make a law, and then, after it has done its work; it usually takes a hundred years to get rid of it.
Henry Ward BeecherThe beginnings of moral enterprises in this world are never to be measured by any apparent growth. ... At length comes the sudden ripeness and the full success, and he who is called in at the final moment deems this success his own. He is but the reaper and not the labourer. Other men sowed and tilled and he but enters into their labours.
Henry Ward Beecher