Beauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.
HENRY WARD BEECHERLaws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.
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A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.
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The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.
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That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.
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The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.
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The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
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A man in the right, with God on his side, is in the majority, though he be alone, for God is multitudinous above all populations of the earth.
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The meanest thing in the world is the devil.
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It is not what we read, but what we remember, that makes us learned. It is not what we intend, but what we do that makes us useful. It is not a few faint wishes, but a life long struggle, that makes us valiant.
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Every man should keep a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends.
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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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Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments.
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The sphere that is deepest, most unexplored, and most unfathomable, the wonder and glory of God’s thought and hand, is our own soul!
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As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.
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