Maxioms by Henry Ward Beecher
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 proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
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.
A library is but the soul's burial-ground. It is the land of
shadows.
A library is but the soul's burial-ground. It is the land of
shadows.
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
