A man’s character is the reality of himself; his reputation, the opinion others have formed about him; character resides in him, reputation in other people; that is the substance, this is the shadow.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIt 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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The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
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Next to victory, there is nothing so sweet as defeat, if only the right adversary overcomes you.
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If you want your neighbor to know what Christ will do for him, let the neighbor see what Christ has done for you.
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When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
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Debt rolls a man over and over, binding him hand and foot, and letting him hang upon the fatal mesh until the long-legged interest devours him.
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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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True elegance becomes the more so as it approaches simplicity.
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The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
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The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.
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It’s easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top.
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He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
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Our best successes often come after our greatest disappointments.
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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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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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