Your greatest pleasure is that which rebounds from hearts that you have made glad.
HENRY WARD BEECHERLaws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obey them.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.
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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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It will not do to be saints at meeting and sinners everywhere else.
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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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The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
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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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The law is a battery, which protects all that is behind it, but sweeps with destruction all that is outside.
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There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
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Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.
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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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Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength.
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The worst thing in this world, next to anarchy, is government.
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In the early ages men ruled by strength; now they rule by brain, and so long as there is only one man in the world who can think and plan, he will stand head and shoulders above him who cannot.
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The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.
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A conservative young man has wound up his life before it was unreeled. We expect old men to be conservative but when a nation’s young men are so, its funeral bell is already rung.
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