The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It’s jolted by every pebble on the road.
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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Downright admonition, as a rule, is too blunt for the recipient.
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A man who cannot get angry is like a stream that cannot overflow, that is always turbid. Sometimes indignation is as good as a thunderstorm in summer, clearing and cooling the air.
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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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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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A thoughtful mind, when it sees a Nation’s flag, sees not the flag only, but the Nation itself; and whatever may be its symbols, its insignia, he reads chiefly in the flag the Government, the principles, the truths, the history which belongs to the Nation that sets it forth.
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To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them – the whole leaf and root tribe.
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Some people are proud of their humility.
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A man in the right, with God on his side, is in the majority, though he be alone, for God is multitudinous above all populations of the earth.
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The worst thing in this world, next to anarchy, is government.
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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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The dog is the god of frolic.
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The sphere that is deepest, most unexplored, and most unfathomable, the wonder and glory of God’s thought and hand, is our own soul!
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We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
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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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