If you want your neighbor to know what Christ will do for him, let the neighbor see what Christ has done for you.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWe need not fear shipwreck when God is the pilot.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
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No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.
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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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Walking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
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There is no man that lives who does not need to be drilled, disciplined, and developed into something higher and nobler and better than he is by nature. Life is one prolonged birth.
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It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.
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God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man’s roots are planted in night as in a soil.
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It is for men to choose whether they will govern themselves or be governed.
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A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.
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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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In the early ages men ruled by strength; now they rule by brain, and so long as there is only one man in the world who can think and plan, he will stand head and shoulders above him who cannot.
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To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
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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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We never know the love of the parent for the child till we become parents.
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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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