The worst thing in this world, next to anarchy, is government.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThe ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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If you want your neighbor to know what Christ will do for him, let the neighbor see what Christ has done for you.
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If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all his thinking, damages his personality, makes him landlord to a ghost.
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Our government is built upon the vote. But votes that are purchasable are quicksands, and a government built on them stands upon corruption and revolution.
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Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments.
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There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
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A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.
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Spreading Christianity abroad is sometimes an excuse for not having it at home.
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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?
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Do not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs and then cackles.
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The advertisements in a newspaper are more full knowledge in respect to what is going on in a state or community than the editorial columns are.
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Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.
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There is no liberty to men who know not how to govern themselves.
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Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength.
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Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
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The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
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