Maxioms by Henry Ward Beecher
In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.
In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.
Feast of Stephen, Deacon, First Martyr There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, read more
Feast of Stephen, Deacon, First Martyr There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, yearning for something better; nobler; holier than it knows now.
A cup of coffee - real coffee - home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a read more
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, perfectly sweet, neither lumpy nor frothing on the Java: such a cup of coffee is a match for twenty blue devils and will exorcise them all.
Any law that takes hold of a man's daily life cannot prevail in a community, unless the vast majority of read more
Any law that takes hold of a man's daily life cannot prevail in a community, unless the vast majority of the community are actively in favor of it. The laws that are the most operative are the laws which protect life.
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to read more
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.