Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIt is not in the nature of true greatness to be exclusive and arrogant.
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True elegance becomes the more so as it approaches simplicity.
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Happiness is not the end of life: character is.
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To do good work a man should no doubt be industrious. To do great work he must certainly be idle a well.
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Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.
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A Christian is nothing but a sinful man who has put himself to school for Christ for the honest purpose of becoming better.
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Blessed are they who know how to shine on one’s gloom with their cheer.
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Sorrow makes men sincere.
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There is a power in the human mind to see things as they are but there is equally a power to see things as they might be.
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It is defeat that turns bone to flint; it is defeat that turns gristle to muscle; it is defeat that makes men invincible. Do not then be afraid of defeat. You are never so near to victory as when defeated in a good cause.
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It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
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I beseech you to correct one fault – severe speech of others; never speak evil of any man, no matter what the facts may be.
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The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.
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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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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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We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.
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