A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.
HENRY WARD BEECHERTrue obedience is true freedom.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Men’s best successes come after their disappointments.
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The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.
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It 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.
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The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
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There are more quarrels smothered by just shutting your mouth, and holding it shut, than by all the wisdom in the world.
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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hard put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.
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God sends experience to paint men’s portraits.
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He that does not know how wisely to meddle with public affairs in preaching the gospel, does not know how to preach the gospel.
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When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.
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Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.
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Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
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A man without self-restraint is like a barrel without hoops, and tumbles to pieces.
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A man who cannot get angry is like a stream that cannot overflow, that is always turbid. Sometimes indignation is as good as a thunderstorm in summer, clearing and cooling the air.
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