There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWe should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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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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Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
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It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
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The beginning is the promise of the end.
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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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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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It will not do to be saints at meeting and sinners everywhere else.
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That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.
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Beauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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The worst thing in this world, next to anarchy, is government.
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The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
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It is for men to choose whether they will govern themselves or be governed.
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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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A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.
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