The beginning is the promise of the end.
HENRY WARD BEECHERLife 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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Do not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs and then cackles.
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Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
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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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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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Interest works night and day in fair weather and in foul. It gnaws at a man’s substance with invisible teeth.
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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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We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.
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We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started.
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Pushing any truth out very far, you are met by a counter-truth.
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A Christian is nothing but a sinful man who has put himself to school for Christ for the honest purpose of becoming better.
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Beauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
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Death is the Christian’s vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
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True obedience is true freedom.
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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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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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