No grace can save any man unless he helps himself.
HENRY WARD BEECHEREvery man should keep a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Find out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.
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Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.
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As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.
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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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The worst thing in this world, next to anarchy, is government.
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Education is only like good culture,–it changes the size, but not the sort.
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Our best successes often come after our greatest disappointments.
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The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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Happiness is not the end of life: character is.
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A man’s character is the reality of himself; his reputation, the opinion others have formed about him; character resides in him, reputation in other people; that is the substance, this is the shadow.
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No matter what looms ahead, if you can eat today, enjoy the sunlight today, mix good cheer with friends today, enjoy it and bless God for it. Do not look back on happiness — or dream of it in the future. You are only sure of today; do not let yourself be cheated out of it.
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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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