Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
HENRY WARD BEECHERSorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Men’s best successes come after their disappointments.
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The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.
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A 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.
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Walking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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A man without self-restraint is like a barrel without hoops, and tumbles to pieces.
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I beseech you to correct one fault – severe speech of others; never speak evil of any man, no matter what the facts may be.
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We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.
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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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The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
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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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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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There are more quarrels smothered by just shutting your mouth, and holding it shut, than by all the wisdom in the world.
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The cynic puts all human actions into two classes – openly bad and secretly bad.
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Your greatest pleasure is that which rebounds from hearts that you have made glad.
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