Debt rolls a man over and over, binding him hand and foot, and letting him hang upon the fatal mesh until the long-legged interest devours him.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWalking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Men’s best successes come after their disappointments.
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Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.
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True elegance becomes the more so as it approaches simplicity.
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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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If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all his thinking, damages his personality, makes him landlord to a ghost.
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It will not do to be saints at meeting and sinners everywhere else.
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Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
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There is a power in the human mind to see things as they are but there is equally a power to see things as they might be.
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There are persons so radiant, so genial, so kind, so pleasure-bearin g, that you instinctively feel in their presence that they do you good; whose coming into a room is like bringing a lamp there.
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Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.
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The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.
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Your greatest pleasure is that which rebounds from hearts that you have made glad.
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Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.
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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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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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