Henry Ward Beecher
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Henry Ward Beecher was a theologian and writer who worked in the English language during the nineteenth century.
Born on June 24, 1813, in Litchfield, the facts on hand offer little detail about his education or the early stages of his career. What the record does confirm is that he pursued work as both a theologian and a writer, two roles that were closely linked in the religious culture of his era.
He died on March 8, 1887, in Brooklyn, having lived to the age of seventy-three.
No specific works, collaborators, or named successors appear in the available facts, so no further claims can responsibly be made here. What can be said is that Beecher spent his final years in Brooklyn, the city where he died in the spring of 1887.
Quotes by Henry Ward Beecher
Henry Ward Beecher's insights on:
Clothes and manners do not make the man but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance.
The unthankful heart discovers no mercies. But let the thankful heart sweep through the day and as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
I can forgive, but I cannot forget,' is only another way of saying, 'I will not forgive.
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering.
It is the passions that wear—the appetites that grind out the force of life. Excitement in the higher realm of thought and feeling does not wear out or waste men. The moral sentiments nourish and feed us.
A smile is the color which love wears, and cheerfulness, and joy— these three. It is the light in the window of the face, by which the heart signifies to father, husband, or friend, that it is at home and waiting.
When God thought of mother, he must have laughed with satisfaction, and framed it quickly - so rich, so divine, so full of soul, power, and beauty was the conception.
The unthankful heart… discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!