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.
HENRY WARD BEECHERSee to it that each hour’s feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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We go to the grave of a friend saying, “A man is dead,” but angels throng about him saying, “A man is born.”
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Faith is spiritualized imagination.
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The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
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Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.
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Spreading Christianity abroad is sometimes an excuse for not having it at home.
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Interest works night and day in fair weather and in foul. It gnaws at a man’s substance with invisible teeth.
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Christianity is simply the ideal form of manhood represented to us by Jesus Christ.
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Don’t look where you fall, but where you slipped.
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Walking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
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No matter what looms ahead, if you can eat today, enjoy the sunlight today, mix good cheer with friends today, enjoy it and bless God for it. Do not look back on happiness — or dream of it in the future. You are only sure of today; do not let yourself be cheated out of it.
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It is not in the nature of true greatness to be exclusive and arrogant.
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Be a hard master to yourself – and be lenient to everybody else.
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Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.
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Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
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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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