Maxioms by Henry Ward Beecher
Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of read more
Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
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.
It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.
It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.
