Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?
HENRY WARD BEECHERAre they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?
HENRY WARD BEECHERWhatever is almost true is quite false, and among the most dangerous of errors, because being so near truth, it is more likely to lead astray.
HENRY WARD BEECHER“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying, “I will not forgive.”
HENRY WARD BEECHERYou are not called to be a canary in a cage. You are called to be an eagle, and to fly sun to sun, over continents.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWhat I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA 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.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWell married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
HENRY WARD BEECHERGod sends experience to paint men’s portraits.
HENRY WARD BEECHERGod 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.
HENRY WARD BEECHERYou have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.
HENRY WARD BEECHERFaith is spiritualized imagination.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThe most dangerous people are the ignorant.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA 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.
HENRY WARD BEECHERDo not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs and then cackles.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThe mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWe go to the grave of a friend saying, “A man is dead,” but angels throng about him saying, “A man is born.”
HENRY WARD BEECHER