God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man’s roots are planted in night as in a soil.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIn this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Home should be the center of joy, equatorial and tropical.
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Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
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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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Faith is spiritualized imagination.
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He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
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If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all his thinking, damages his personality, makes him landlord to a ghost.
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We need not fear shipwreck when God is the pilot.
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Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
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If a man can have only one kind of sense, let him have common sense. If he has that and uncommon sense too, he is not far from genius.
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It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.
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If you want your neighbor to know what Christ will do for him, let the neighbor see what Christ has done for you.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.
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You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.
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Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.
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