Maxioms by Henry Ward Beecher
It is defeat that turns bone to flint; it is defeat that turns gristle to muscle; it is defeat that read more
It is defeat that turns bone to flint; it is defeat that turns gristle to muscle; it is defeat that makes men invincible.
A tool is but the extension of a man's hand, and a machine is but a complex tool. And he read more
A tool is but the extension of a man's hand, and a machine is but a complex tool. And he that invents a machine augments the power of a man and the well-being of mankind.
Take all the robes of all the good judges that have ever lived on the face of the earth, and read more
Take all the robes of all the good judges that have ever lived on the face of the earth, and they would not be large enough to cover the iniquity of one corrupt judge
He who is false to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and
will find the flaw when read more
He who is false to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and
will find the flaw when he may have forgotten its cause.
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.
