When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
HENRY WARD BEECHERHome should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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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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God sends experience to paint men’s portraits.
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The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.
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See to it that each hour’s feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.
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You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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All 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.
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The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
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The beginning is the promise of the end.
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The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.
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There is no liberty to men who know not how to govern themselves.
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Adversity, if for no other reason, is of benefit, since it is sure to bring a season of sober reflection. People see clearer at such times. Storms purify the atmosphere.
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Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
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“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying, “I will not forgive.”
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Life would be a perpetual flea hunt if a man were obliged to run down all the innuendoes, inveracities, and insinuations and misrepresentations which are uttered against him.
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