Henry Ward Beecher on Thanksgiving

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

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

On Thanksgiving Day we acknowledge our dependence.

William Jennings Bryan1860–1925

Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.

What we’re really talking about is a wonderful day set aside on the fourth Thursday of November when no one diets. I mean, why else would they call it Thanksgiving?