He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
HENRY WARD BEECHERTroubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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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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I never knew an early-rising, hard-working, prudent man, careful of his earnings, and strictly honest who complained of bad luck.
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To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
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The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.
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Adversity, if for no other reason, is of benefit, since it is sure to bring a season of sober reflection. People see clearer at such times. Storms purify the atmosphere.
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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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Some people are proud of their humility.
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A 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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Laws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obey them.
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Our government is built upon the vote. But votes that are purchasable are quicksands, and a government built on them stands upon corruption and revolution.
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The things that hurt us teach us.
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Every young man would do well to remember that all successful business stands on the foundation of morality.
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We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
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Spreading Christianity abroad is sometimes an excuse for not having it at home.
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The sphere that is deepest, most unexplored, and most unfathomable, the wonder and glory of God’s thought and hand, is our own soul!
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