It usually takes a hundred years to make a law, and then, after it has done its work; it usually takes a hundred years to get rid of it.
HENRY WARD BEECHER
I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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It usually takes a hundred years to make a law, and then, after it has done its work; it usually takes a hundred years to get rid of it.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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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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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
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Walking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
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Compassion will cure more sins than condemnation.
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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.
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Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.
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The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
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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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He that does not know how wisely to meddle with public affairs in preaching the gospel, does not know how to preach the gospel.
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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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Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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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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