Happiness is not the end of life: character is.
HENRY WARD BEECHERSome people are proud of their humility.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Repentance is another name for aspiration.
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That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.
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It is defeat that turns bone to flint; it is defeat that turns gristle to muscle; it is defeat that makes men invincible. Do not then be afraid of defeat. You are never so near to victory as when defeated in a good cause.
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Our best successes often come after our greatest disappointments.
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Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.
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The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.
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To do good work a man should no doubt be industrious. To do great work he must certainly be idle a well.
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
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A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.
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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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Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
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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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We need not fear shipwreck when God is the pilot.
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See to it that each hour’s feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.
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It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hard put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.
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