A man without self-restraint is like a barrel without hoops, and tumbles to pieces.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA 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.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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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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Education is only like good culture,–it changes the size, but not the sort.
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Downright admonition, as a rule, is too blunt for the recipient.
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We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
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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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When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.
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True obedience is true freedom.
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Our government is built upon the vote. But votes that are purchasable are quicksands, and a government built on them stands upon corruption and revolution.
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A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.
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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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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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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
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