You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThe sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Every man should keep a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends.
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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
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True obedience is true freedom.
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The meanest thing in the world is the devil.
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All men are tempted. There is no man that lives that can’t be broken down, provided it is the right temptation, put in the right spot.
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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them – the whole leaf and root tribe.
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If a man can have only one kind of sense, let him have common sense. If he has that and uncommon sense too, he is not far from genius.
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The Bible is God’s chart for you to steer by, to keep you from the bottom of the sea, and to show you where the harbor is, and how to reach it without running on rocks or bars.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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It is not when the cable lies coiled up on the deck that you know how strong or how weak it is; it is when it is put to the test.
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The advertisements in a newspaper are more full knowledge in respect to what is going on in a state or community than the editorial columns are.
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No matter what looms ahead, if you can eat today, enjoy today, mix good cheer with friends today enjoy it and bless God for it.
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If you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road
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