Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWhen 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.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Life 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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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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Adversity, 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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The beginning is the promise of the end.
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Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
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We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.
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Pushing any truth out very far, you are met by a counter-truth.
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True elegance becomes the more so as it approaches simplicity.
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Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
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Faith is spiritualized imagination.
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In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.
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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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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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There is a power in the human mind to see things as they are but there is equally a power to see things as they might be.
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No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.
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