The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
HENRY WARD BEECHEROur government is built upon the vote. But votes that are purchasable are quicksands, and a government built on them stands upon corruption and revolution.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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The real democratic American idea is, not that every man shall be on a level with every other man, but that every man shall have liberty to be what God made him, without hindrance.
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Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.
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He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
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It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
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Walking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
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Love is the river of life in this world.
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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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We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
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Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.
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Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
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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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There are persons so radiant, so genial, so kind, so pleasure-bearin g, that you instinctively feel in their presence that they do you good; whose coming into a room is like bringing a lamp there.
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There is no man that lives who does not need to be drilled, disciplined, and developed into something higher and nobler and better than he is by nature. Life is one prolonged birth.
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When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.
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