The best lessons a man ever learns are from his mistakes. It is not for want of schoolmasters that we are still ignorant.
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.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.
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God sends experience to paint men’s portraits.
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Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.
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I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note – torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.
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No man is more cheated than the selfish man.
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You are not called to be a canary in a cage. You are called to be an eagle, and to fly sun to sun, over continents.
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There is tonic in the things that men do not love to hear. Free speech is to a great people what the winds are to oceans and where free speech is stopped miasma is bred, and death comes fast.
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There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
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Do not be afraid of defeat. You are never so near victory as when you are defeated in a good cause.
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If a man can have only one kind of sense, let him have common sense. If he has that and uncommon sense too, he is not far from genius.
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To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
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Home should be the center of joy, equatorial and tropical.
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Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
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Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength.
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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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