Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures. ~Henry Ward Beecher
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep burning, unquenchable. ~Henry Ward Beecher
Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven. ~Henry Ward Beecher
You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door. ~Henry Ward Beecher
Never forget what a man says to you when he is angry. ~Henry Ward Beecher
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