The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIt 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.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.
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The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.
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It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hard put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.
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The beginning is the promise of the end.
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It is not in the nature of true greatness to be exclusive and arrogant.
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No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.
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We need not fear shipwreck when God is the pilot.
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Find out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.
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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 unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
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A man without self-restraint is like a barrel without hoops, and tumbles to pieces.
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Sorrow makes men sincere.
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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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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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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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