Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
HENRY WARD BEECHERBeauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.
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Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.
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Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
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It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
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Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.
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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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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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It is not when the cable lies coiled up on the deck that you know how strong or how weak it is; it is when it is put to the test.
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The beginning is the promise of the end.
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I think you might dispense with half your doctors if you would only consult Dr. Sun more.
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Every young man would do well to remember that all successful business stands on the foundation of morality.
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Your greatest pleasure is that which rebounds from hearts that you have made glad.
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Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
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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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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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