Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThere is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
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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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Some people are proud of their humility.
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It usually takes a hundred years to make a law, and then, after it has done its work; it usually takes a hundred years to get rid of it.
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
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Christianity is simply the ideal form of manhood represented to us by Jesus Christ.
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True obedience is true freedom.
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It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.
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Intelligence increases mere physical ability one half. The use of the head abridges the labor of the hands.
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Beauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
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Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.
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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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Life would be a perpetual flea hunt if a man were obliged to run down all the innuendoes, inveracities, and insinuations and misrepresentations which are uttered against him.
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Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.
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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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