A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.
HENRY WARD BEECHERChristianity is simply the ideal form of manhood represented to us by Jesus Christ.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Death is the Christian’s vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
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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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If you want your neighbor to know what Christ will do for him, let the neighbor see what Christ has done for you.
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A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.
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We go to the grave of a friend saying, “A man is dead,” but angels throng about him saying, “A man is born.”
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Interest works night and day in fair weather and in foul. It gnaws at a man’s substance with invisible teeth.
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Education is only like good culture,–it changes the size, but not the sort.
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In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.
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There are persons so radiant, so genial, so kind, so pleasure-bearin g, that you instinctively feel in their presence that they do you good; whose coming into a room is like bringing a lamp there.
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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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A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It’s jolted by every pebble on the road.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
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It is not what we read, but what we remember, that makes us learned. It is not what we intend, but what we do that makes us useful. It is not a few faint wishes, but a life long struggle, that makes us valiant.
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The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.
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