The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIf a man can have only one kind of sense, let him have common sense. If he has that and uncommon sense too, he is not far from genius.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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People may talk about the equality of the sexes! They are not equal. The silent smile of a sensible, loving woman will vanquish ten men.
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The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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There is no man that lives who does not need to be drilled, disciplined, and developed into something higher and nobler and better than he is by nature. Life is one prolonged birth.
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Sorrow makes men sincere.
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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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There are more quarrels smothered by just shutting your mouth, and holding it shut, than by all the wisdom in the world.
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Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
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Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
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Our government is built upon the vote. But votes that are purchasable are quicksands, and a government built on them stands upon corruption and revolution.
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I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
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The advertisements in a newspaper are more full knowledge in respect to what is going on in a state or community than the editorial columns are.
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As 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.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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