You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.
HENRY WARD BEECHERAdversity, 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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Repentance is another name for aspiration.
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Education is only like good culture,–it changes the size, but not the sort.
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If 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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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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Love is the river of life in this world.
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That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.
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Intelligence increases mere physical ability one half. The use of the head abridges the labor of the hands.
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There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
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Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?
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We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.
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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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Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
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Beauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
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I never knew an early-rising, hard-working, prudent man, careful of his earnings, and strictly honest who complained of bad luck.
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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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