Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
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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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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You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.
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Death is the Christian’s vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
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Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength.
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If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all his thinking, damages his personality, makes him landlord to a ghost.
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No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.
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No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.
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Spreading Christianity abroad is sometimes an excuse for not having it at home.
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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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Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.
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Whatever is almost true is quite false, and among the most dangerous of errors, because being so near truth, it is more likely to lead astray.
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Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
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A man without self-restraint is like a barrel without hoops, and tumbles to pieces.
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The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
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