Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThe 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!
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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If you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road
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Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody expects of you. Never excuse yourself.
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The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
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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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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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Christianity is simply the ideal form of manhood represented to us by Jesus Christ.
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Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.
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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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Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page
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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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Find out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.
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A thoughtful mind, when it sees a Nation’s flag, sees not the flag only, but the Nation itself; and whatever may be its symbols, its insignia, he reads chiefly in the flag the Government, the principles, the truths, the history which belongs to the Nation that sets it forth.
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True obedience is true freedom.
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It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
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Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
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