Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
HENRY WARD BEECHERBlessed are they who know how to shine on one’s gloom with their cheer.
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The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one comes from a strong will, and the other from a strong won’t.
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Don’t look where you fall, but where you slipped.
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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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A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It’s jolted by every pebble on the road.
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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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No grace can save any man unless he helps himself.
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The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.
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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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The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.
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We never know the love of the parent for the child till we become parents.
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If a man can have only one kind of sense, let him have common sense. If he has that and uncommon sense too, he is not far from genius.
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Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments.
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Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
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A man in the right, with God on his side, is in the majority, though he be alone, for God is multitudinous above all populations of the earth.
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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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