I beseech you to correct one fault – severe speech of others; never speak evil of any man, no matter what the facts may be.
HENRY WARD BEECHERAs warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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We need not fear shipwreck when God is the pilot.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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It usually takes a hundred years to make a law, and then, after it has done its work; it usually takes a hundred years to get rid of it.
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To know that one has a secret is to know half the secret itself.
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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?
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Every man should keep a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends.
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Spreading Christianity abroad is sometimes an excuse for not having it at home.
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“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying, “I will not forgive.”
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Men’s best successes come after their disappointments.
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Walking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
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It is for men to choose whether they will govern themselves or be governed.
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I never knew an early-rising, hard-working, prudent man, careful of his earnings, and strictly honest who complained of bad luck.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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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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