A Christian is nothing but a sinful man who has put himself to school for Christ for the honest purpose of becoming better.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThe human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
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I think you might dispense with half your doctors if you would only consult Dr. Sun more.
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A 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.
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The meanest thing in the world is the devil.
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We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
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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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Faith is spiritualized imagination.
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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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Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.
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He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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It’s easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top.
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Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
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