Happiness is not the end of life: character is.
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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Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody expects of you. Never excuse yourself.
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Whatever is almost true is quite false, and among the most dangerous of errors, because being so near truth, it is more likely to lead astray.
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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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No grace can save any man unless he helps himself.
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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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Death is the Christian’s vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
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The things that hurt us teach us.
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There is no man that lives who does not need to be drilled, disciplined, and developed into something higher and nobler and better than he is by nature. Life is one prolonged birth.
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To do good work a man should no doubt be industrious. To do great work he must certainly be idle a well.
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He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
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When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.
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The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.
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A man who cannot get angry is like a stream that cannot overflow, that is always turbid. Sometimes indignation is as good as a thunderstorm in summer, clearing and cooling the air.
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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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