In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.
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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It is defeat that turns bone to flint; it is defeat that turns gristle to muscle; it is defeat that makes men invincible. Do not then be afraid of defeat. You are never so near to victory as when defeated in a good cause.
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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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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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I think you might dispense with half your doctors if you would only consult Dr. Sun more.
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I beseech you to correct one fault – severe speech of others; never speak evil of any man, no matter what the facts may be.
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Education is only like good culture,–it changes the size, but not the sort.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
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Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.
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Beauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
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Adversity, if for no other reason, is of benefit, since it is sure to bring a season of sober reflection. People see clearer at such times. Storms purify the atmosphere.
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Blessed are they who know how to shine on one’s gloom with their cheer.
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Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.
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When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.
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Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.
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