Do not be afraid of defeat. You are never so near victory as when you are defeated in a good cause.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThat 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.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Don’t look where you fall, but where you slipped.
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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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A man without self-restraint is like a barrel without hoops, and tumbles to pieces.
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We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started.
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Repentance is another name for aspiration.
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To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them – the whole leaf and root tribe.
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No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.
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Walking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
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It is not when the cable lies coiled up on the deck that you know how strong or how weak it is; it is when it is put to the test.
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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.
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You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.
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Downright admonition, as a rule, is too blunt for the recipient.
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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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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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