Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.
HENRY WARD BEECHERNo matter what looms ahead, if you can eat today, enjoy today, mix good cheer with friends today enjoy it and bless God for it.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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God 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.
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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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As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.
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We never know the love of the parent for the child till we become parents.
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Your greatest pleasure is that which rebounds from hearts that you have made glad.
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The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
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It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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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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Love is the river of life in this world.
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Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.
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It is for men to choose whether they will govern themselves or be governed.
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Death is the Christian’s vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
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Interest works night and day in fair weather and in foul. It gnaws at a man’s substance with invisible teeth.
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