Henry Ward Beecher

Love is the river of life in the world.

It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.

Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another’s heart, or its flame burns low.

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.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

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