The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWe let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.
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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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To become an able and successful man in any profession, three things are necessary, nature, study and practice.
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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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All men are tempted. There is no man that lives that can’t be broken down, provided it is the right temptation, put in the right spot.
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The cynic puts all human actions into two classes – openly bad and secretly bad.
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
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Laws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obey them.
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Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength.
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A man who does not know how to be angry, does not know how to be good. Now and then a man should be shaken to the core with indignation over things evil.
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The real democratic American idea is, not that every man shall be on a level with every other man, but that every man shall have liberty to be what God made him, without hindrance.
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The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
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Be a hard master to yourself – and be lenient to everybody else.
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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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Your greatest pleasure is that which rebounds from hearts that you have made glad.
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