We need not fear shipwreck when God is the pilot.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA man who does not know how to be angry, does not know how to be good. Now and then a man should be shaken to the core with indignation over things evil.
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The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
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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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A man without self-restraint is like a barrel without hoops, and tumbles to pieces.
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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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When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
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We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
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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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To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them – the whole leaf and root tribe.
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Beauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
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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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God sends experience to paint men’s portraits.
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Happiness is not the end of life: character is.
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Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
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There is tonic in the things that men do not love to hear. Free speech is to a great people what the winds are to oceans and where free speech is stopped miasma is bred, and death comes fast.
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