Maxioms by Henry Ward Beecher
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.
He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
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.
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.
