The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.
HENRY WARD BEECHERDo not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs and then cackles.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Walking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
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In the family, happiness is in the ratio in which each is serving the others, seeking one another’s good, and bearing one another’s burdens.
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To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
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When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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That was a judicious mother who said, “I obey my children for the first year of their lives, but ever after I expect them to obey me.
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It usually takes a hundred years to make a law, and then, after it has done its work; it usually takes a hundred years to get rid of it.
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Blessed are they who know how to shine on one’s gloom with their cheer.
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It is not in the nature of true greatness to be exclusive and arrogant.
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There are more quarrels smothered by just shutting your mouth, and holding it shut, than by all the wisdom in the world.
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Spreading Christianity abroad is sometimes an excuse for not having it at home.
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He that does not know how wisely to meddle with public affairs in preaching the gospel, does not know how to preach the gospel.
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It is not what we read, but what we remember, that makes us learned. It is not what we intend, but what we do that makes us useful. It is not a few faint wishes, but a life long struggle, that makes us valiant.
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I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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