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We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.

Henry Ward Beecher

It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hard put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.
HENRY WARD BEECHER

Destroy Friction Kill Machine Man Revolution Work Worry
Debt rolls a man over and over, binding him hand and foot, and letting him hang upon the fatal mesh until the long-legged interest devours him.
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Fatal Himself Interest Man Roll
Compassion will cure more sins than condemnation.
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Compassionate Cure Kindness Sin
Do not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs and then cackles.
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Egg Herself Man Rich
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?
HENRY WARD BEECHER

Afraid Death Heroic Inspirational Loud Motivational Noble Patriotism Society Talk
If you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road
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Place Road Ruin Yourself
Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength.
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Greatness Lying Right Strength Strong
We go to the grave of a friend saying, “A man is dead,” but angels throng about him saying, “A man is born.”
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Angel Born Death Friendship Grave Man
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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Death Fast Freedom Love Man Ocean Stop Wind
Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
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Beat Heart Heaven Love Music Reach
Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.
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Divine Food Happiness Medicine Sorrow
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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Blessing Drive Temptation Time Work
I never knew an early-rising, hard-working, prudent man, careful of his earnings, and strictly honest who complained of bad luck.
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Bad Complain Early Hard Work Honesty Luck Rise
God sends experience to paint men’s portraits.
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Library Man Paint Portrait
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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Blossom Fair Gratitude Soul
The things that hurt us teach us.
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Hurt Ourselves Teaching Thing

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