Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIf you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road
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Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
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A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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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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Every man should keep a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends.
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He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
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True obedience is true freedom.
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Next to victory, there is nothing so sweet as defeat, if only the right adversary overcomes you.
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Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments.
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As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.
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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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It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hard put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.
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Happiness is not the end of life: character is.
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Be a hard master to yourself – and be lenient to everybody else.
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Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
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