Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
Henry Ward BeecherThe real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.
Henry Ward BeecherGod washes the eyes by tears until they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more. O love! O affliction! ye are the guides that show us the way through the great airy space where our loved ones walked; and, as hounds easily follow the scent before the dew be risen, so God teaches us, while yet our sorrow is wet, to follow on and find our dear ones in heaven.
Henry Ward Beecher