The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
HENRY WARD BEECHER
Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
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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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The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
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To become an able and successful man in any profession, three things are necessary, nature, study and practice.
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Compassion will cure more sins than condemnation.
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Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments.
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A conservative young man has wound up his life before it was unreeled. We expect old men to be conservative but when a nation’s young men are so, its funeral bell is already rung.
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Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.
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I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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Do not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs and then cackles.
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Love is the river of life in this world.
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Pushing any truth out very far, you are met by a counter-truth.
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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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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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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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Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.
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