A cup of coffee - real coffee - home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfect!
Henry Ward BeecherThere is no slave out of heaven like a loving woman; and of all loving women, there is no such slave as a mother.
Henry Ward Beecher