Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures. — Henry Ward Beecher. American clergyman and abolitionist (1813–1887) Art, Painting
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.
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!