Henry Ward Beecher

Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

We are always on the anvil; by trials God is shaping us for higher things.

We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves.

The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody expects of you. Never excuse yourself.

A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.

The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.

Greatness lies, not in being strong, but in the right using of strength; and strength is not used rightly when it serves only to carry a man above his fellows for his own solitary glory. He is the greatest whose strength carries up the most hearts by the attraction of his own.

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.