There are more quarrels smothered by just shutting your mouth, and holding it shut, than by all the wisdom in the world.
HENRY WARD BEECHERYou 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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Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.
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A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.
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No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.
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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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When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
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Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.
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Intelligence increases mere physical ability one half. The use of the head abridges the labor of the hands.
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It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.
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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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A man who cannot get angry is like a stream that cannot overflow, that is always turbid. Sometimes indignation is as good as a thunderstorm in summer, clearing and cooling the air.
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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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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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Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments.
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We never know the love of the parent for the child till we become parents.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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