Happiness is not the end of life: character is.
HENRY WARD BEECHERHappiness is not the end of life: character is.
HENRY WARD BEECHERHold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody expects of you. Never excuse yourself.
HENRY WARD BEECHERFind out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.
HENRY WARD BEECHERHome should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWe let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIn this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.
HENRY WARD BEECHERSee to it that each hour’s feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.
HENRY WARD BEECHERDebt 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 BEECHERSorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
HENRY WARD BEECHERLaws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.
HENRY WARD BEECHERYour greatest pleasure is that which rebounds from hearts that you have made glad.
HENRY WARD BEECHERAll men are tempted. There is no man that lives that can’t be broken down, provided it is the right temptation, put in the right spot.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThere 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.
HENRY WARD BEECHERYou never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA conservative young man has wound up his life before it was unreeled. We expect old men to be conservative but when a nation’s young men are so, its funeral bell is already rung.
HENRY WARD BEECHERSorrow makes men sincere.
HENRY WARD BEECHER