The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
HENRY WARD BEECHERJoy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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To know that one has a secret is to know half the secret itself.
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Men’s best successes come after their disappointments.
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A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.
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God sends experience to paint men’s portraits.
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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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I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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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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Find out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.
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Repentance is another name for aspiration.
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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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We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started.
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Compassion will cure more sins than condemnation.
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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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Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments.
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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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