God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man’s roots are planted in night as in a soil.
HENRY WARD BEECHERGod has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man’s roots are planted in night as in a soil.
HENRY WARD BEECHEROur best successes often come after our greatest disappointments.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIt is for men to choose whether they will govern themselves or be governed.
HENRY WARD BEECHEROf all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIf a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all his thinking, damages his personality, makes him landlord to a ghost.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA man in the right, with God on his side, is in the majority, though he be alone, for God is multitudinous above all populations of the earth.
HENRY WARD BEECHERBooks are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.
HENRY WARD BEECHERTo do good work a man should no doubt be industrious. To do great work he must certainly be idle a well.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It’s jolted by every pebble on the road.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIt 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.
HENRY WARD BEECHERBlessed are they who know how to shine on one’s gloom with their cheer.
HENRY WARD BEECHERGratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
HENRY WARD BEECHERBeauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
HENRY WARD BEECHERChildren are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIn the early ages men ruled by strength; now they rule by brain, and so long as there is only one man in the world who can think and plan, he will stand head and shoulders above him who cannot.
HENRY WARD BEECHERDebt 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.
HENRY WARD BEECHER