Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThe art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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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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Laws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obey them.
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Sorrow makes men sincere.
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Some people are proud of their humility.
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Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.
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The best lessons a man ever learns are from his mistakes. It is not for want of schoolmasters that we are still ignorant.
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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It’s jolted by every pebble on the road.
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The things that hurt us teach us.
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The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.
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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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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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A conservative young man has wound up his life before it was unreeled. We expect old men to be conservative but when a nation’s young men are so, its funeral bell is already rung.
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Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody expects of you. Never excuse yourself.
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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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