The cynic puts all human actions into two classes – openly bad and secretly bad.
HENRY WARD BEECHERA 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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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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I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note – torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.
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Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
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Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.
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Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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No man is more cheated than the selfish man.
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He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
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There is tonic in the things that men do not love to hear. Free speech is to a great people what the winds are to oceans and where free speech is stopped miasma is bred, and death comes fast.
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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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The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.
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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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The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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