Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
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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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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A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
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Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.
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Downright admonition, as a rule, is too blunt for the recipient.
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Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.
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The Bible is God’s chart for you to steer by, to keep you from the bottom of the sea, and to show you where the harbor is, and how to reach it without running on rocks or bars.
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Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.
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Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength.
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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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I think you might dispense with half your doctors if you would only consult Dr. Sun more.
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If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all his thinking, damages his personality, makes him landlord to a ghost.
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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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The dog is the god of frolic.
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We go to the grave of a friend saying, “A man is dead,” but angels throng about him saying, “A man is born.”
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