There is no liberty to men who know not how to govern themselves.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA man’s character is the reality of himself; his reputation, the opinion others have formed about him; character resides in him, reputation in other people; that is the substance, this is the shadow.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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A man without self-restraint is like a barrel without hoops, and tumbles to pieces.
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Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.
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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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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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Whatever is almost true is quite false, and among the most dangerous of errors, because being so near truth, it is more likely to lead astray.
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I think you might dispense with half your doctors if you would only consult Dr. Sun more.
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The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
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The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.
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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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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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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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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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Sorrow makes men sincere.
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We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.
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