Henry Ward Beecher

The babe at first feeds upon the mother’s bosom, but it is always on her…

God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness…

It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults…

When a nation’s young men are conservative, its funeral bell is already rung…

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving…

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows…

The unthankful heart… discovers no mercies but let the thankful heart sweep through the day…

Theology is a science of mind applied to God…

Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles…

The real democratic American idea is, not that every man shall be on a level…

A book is good company. It is full of conversation without loquacity. It comes to…

It’s not the work which kills people, it’s the worry. It’s not the revolution that…

What we call wisdom is the result of all the wisdom of past ages. Our…

The soul without imagination is what an observatory would be without a telescope…

Of all escape mechanisms, death is the most efficient…