No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA man who does not know how to be angry, does not know how to be good. Now and then a man should be shaken to the core with indignation over things evil.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Repentance is another name for aspiration.
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Christianity is simply the ideal form of manhood represented to us by Jesus Christ.
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The most dangerous people are the ignorant.
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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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The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
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Do not be afraid of defeat. You are never so near victory as when you are defeated in a good cause.
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Next to victory, there is nothing so sweet as defeat, if only the right adversary overcomes you.
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Love is the river of life in this world.
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Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
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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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In the family, happiness is in the ratio in which each is serving the others, seeking one another’s good, and bearing one another’s burdens.
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A man’s character is the reality of himself; his reputation, the opinion others have formed about him; character resides in him, reputation in other people; that is the substance, this is the shadow.
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You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.
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Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
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There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
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