The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.
Henry Ward BeecherIt is a bitter thought to an avaricious spirit that by and by all these accumulations must be left behind. We can only carry away from this world the flavor of our good or evil deeds.
Henry Ward BeecherWhen our children die, we drop them into the unknown, shuddering with fear. We know that they go out from us, and we stand, and pity, and wonder.
Henry Ward Beecher