We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIt is for men to choose whether they will govern themselves or be governed.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all his thinking, damages his personality, makes him landlord to a ghost.
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Find out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.
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You are not called to be a canary in a cage. You are called to be an eagle, and to fly sun to sun, over continents.
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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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The sphere that is deepest, most unexplored, and most unfathomable, the wonder and glory of God’s thought and hand, is our own soul!
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It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
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Men’s best successes come after their disappointments.
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It will not do to be saints at meeting and sinners everywhere else.
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A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.
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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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To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
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True elegance becomes the more so as it approaches simplicity.
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Sorrow makes men sincere.
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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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I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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