We go to the grave of a friend saying, “A man is dead,” but angels throng about him saying, “A man is born.”
HENRY WARD BEECHERA 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.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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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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There is no liberty to men who know not how to govern themselves.
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Don’t look where you fall, but where you slipped.
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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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Spreading Christianity abroad is sometimes an excuse for not having it at home.
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“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying, “I will not forgive.”
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Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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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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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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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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When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
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If 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.
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We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started.
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Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
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