True obedience is true freedom.
HENRY WARD BEECHERBlessed 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.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.
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I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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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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In the family, happiness is in the ratio in which each is serving the others, seeking one another’s good, and bearing one another’s burdens.
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Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
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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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Love is the river of life in this world.
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It is not what we read, but what we remember, that makes us learned. It is not what we intend, but what we do that makes us useful. It is not a few faint wishes, but a life long struggle, that makes us valiant.
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Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
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Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.
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Life would be a perpetual flea hunt if a man were obliged to run down all the innuendoes, inveracities, and insinuations and misrepresentations which are uttered against him.
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Walking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
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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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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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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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