When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
HENRY WARD BEECHERYou have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
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Don’t look where you fall, but where you slipped.
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Pushing any truth out very far, you are met by a counter-truth.
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Interest works night and day in fair weather and in foul. It gnaws at a man’s substance with invisible teeth.
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Be a hard master to yourself – and be lenient to everybody else.
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There is tonic in the things that men do not love to hear. Free speech is to a great people what the winds are to oceans and where free speech is stopped miasma is bred, and death comes fast.
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Beauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
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The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one comes from a strong will, and the other from a strong won’t.
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No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.
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Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.
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Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
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Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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The cynic puts all human actions into two classes – openly bad and secretly bad.
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