We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThe difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one comes from a strong will, and the other from a strong won’t.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.
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Some people are proud of their humility.
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Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.
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I never knew an early-rising, hard-working, prudent man, careful of his earnings, and strictly honest who complained of bad luck.
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Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
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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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The dog is the god of frolic.
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The meanest thing in the world is the devil.
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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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The real democratic American idea is, not that every man shall be on a level with every other man, but that every man shall have liberty to be what God made him, without hindrance.
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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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Sorrow makes men sincere.
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I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note – torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.
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There are persons so radiant, so genial, so kind, so pleasure-bearin g, that you instinctively feel in their presence that they do you good; whose coming into a room is like bringing a lamp there.
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If you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road
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