People may talk about the equality of the sexes! They are not equal. The silent smile of a sensible, loving woman will vanquish ten men.
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?
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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The beginning is the promise of the end.
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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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God sends experience to paint men’s portraits.
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There are more quarrels smothered by just shutting your mouth, and holding it shut, than by all the wisdom in the world.
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There is no liberty to men who know not how to govern themselves.
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You 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.
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The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
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Spreading Christianity abroad is sometimes an excuse for not having it at home.
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The things that hurt us teach us.
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The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.
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Death is the Christian’s vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
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If you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road
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There is no man that lives who does not need to be drilled, disciplined, and developed into something higher and nobler and better than he is by nature. Life is one prolonged birth.
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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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The law is a battery, which protects all that is behind it, but sweeps with destruction all that is outside.
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