We never know the love of the parent for the child till we become parents.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIt is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
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No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.
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Every young man would do well to remember that all successful business stands on the foundation of morality.
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Death is the Christian’s vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
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That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.
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He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
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The worst thing in this world, next to anarchy, is government.
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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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We need not fear shipwreck when God is the pilot.
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Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.
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In the family, happiness is in the ratio in which each is serving the others, seeking one another’s good, and bearing one another’s burdens.
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If a man can have only one kind of sense, let him have common sense. If he has that and uncommon sense too, he is not far from genius.
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If you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road
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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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It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
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