See to it that each hour’s feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.
HENRY WARD BEECHERSee to it that each hour’s feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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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.
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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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A Christian is nothing but a sinful man who has put himself to school for Christ for the honest purpose of becoming better.
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When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.
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The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.
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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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Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
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The real democratic American idea is, not that every man shall be on a level with every other man, but that every man shall have liberty to be what God made him, without hindrance.
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No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.
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The meanest thing in the world is the devil.
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The sphere that is deepest, most unexplored, and most unfathomable, the wonder and glory of God’s thought and hand, is our own soul!
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A man without self-restraint is like a barrel without hoops, and tumbles to pieces.
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To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
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That was a judicious mother who said, “I obey my children for the first year of their lives, but ever after I expect them to obey me.
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Blessed are they who know how to shine on one’s gloom with their cheer.
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