Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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The things that hurt us teach us.
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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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A man in the right, with God on his side, is in the majority, though he be alone, for God is multitudinous above all populations of the earth.
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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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There is tonic in the things that men do not love to hear. Free speech is to a great people what the winds are to oceans and where free speech is stopped miasma is bred, and death comes fast.
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Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody expects of you. Never excuse yourself.
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The most dangerous people are the ignorant.
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The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
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Beauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
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The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.
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Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
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It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hard put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.
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As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.
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No man is more cheated than the selfish man.
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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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