Death is the Christian’s vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
HENRY WARD BEECHER
Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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Death is the Christian’s vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
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Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.
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It is for men to choose whether they will govern themselves or be governed.
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True obedience is true freedom.
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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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Do not be afraid of defeat. You are never so near victory as when you are defeated in a good cause.
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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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People may talk about the equality of the sexes! They are not equal. The silent smile of a sensible, loving woman will vanquish ten men.
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The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
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Repentance is another name for aspiration.
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Whatever is almost true is quite false, and among the most dangerous of errors, because being so near truth, it is more likely to lead astray.
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It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
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There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
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There is no liberty to men who know not how to govern themselves.
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See to it that each hour’s feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.
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Intelligence increases mere physical ability one half. The use of the head abridges the labor of the hands.
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