Mirth is Gods medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it. Grim care, moroseness, anxiety–all this rust of life–ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. – Henry Ward Beecher
Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity. – Henry Beston
