Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.
HENRY WARD BEECHERLaws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obey them.
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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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A man without self-restraint is like a barrel without hoops, and tumbles to pieces.
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Beauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
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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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I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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It is for men to choose whether they will govern themselves or be governed.
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All men are tempted. There is no man that lives that can’t be broken down, provided it is the right temptation, put in the right spot.
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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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A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.
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We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
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No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.
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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 are more quarrels smothered by just shutting your mouth, and holding it shut, than by all the wisdom in the world.
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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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The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.
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