Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Astronomers have built telescopes which can show myriads of stars unseen before; but when a man looks through a tear in his own eye,… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
A lie always needs a truth for a handle to it. The worst lies are those whose blade is false, but whose handle is… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Miracles are like candles lit up until the sun rises, and then blown out. Therefore, I am amused when I hear sects and churches… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Even a liar tells a hundred truths to one lie; he has to, to make the lie good for anything. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Laws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obey them. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Our sweetest experiences of affection are meant to be suggestions of that realm which is the home of the heart. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
In America there is not one single element of civilization that is not made to depend, in the end, upon public opinion. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
The best lessons a man ever learns are from his mistakes. It is not for want of schoolmasters that we are still ignorant. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
I never knew an early-rising, hard-working, prudent man, careful of his earnings, and strictly honest who complained of bad luck. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
People may talk about the equality of the sexes! They are not equal. The silent smile of a sensible, loving woman will vanquish ten… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Mirthfulness is in the mind and you cannot get it out. It is just as good in its place as conscience or veneration. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Some of God's noblest sons, I think, will be selected from those that know how to take wealth, with all its temptations, and maintain… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
You have seen a ship out on the bay, swinging with the tide, and seeming as if it would follow it; and yet it… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
