Henry Ward Beecher

Experience is the mother of custom.

Henry Ward Beecher

Find out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.

Henry Ward Beecher

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.

Henry Ward Beecher

Genius is a steed too fiery for the plow or the cart.

Henry Ward Beecher

Give us that calm certainty of truth, that nearness to Thee, that conviction of the reality of the life to come, which we shall need to bear us through the troubles of this.

Henry Ward Beecher

God appoints our graces to be nurses to other men’s weaknesses.

Henry Ward Beecher

God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man’s roots are planted in night as in a soil.

Henry Ward Beecher

God is a being who gives everything but punishment in over measure.

Henry Ward Beecher

God is like us to this extent, that whatever in us is good is like God.

Henry Ward Beecher

God is the one great employer, thinker, planner, supervisor.

Henry Ward Beecher