Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWalking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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The advertisements in a newspaper are more full knowledge in respect to what is going on in a state or community than the editorial columns are.
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Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
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The real democratic American idea is, not that every man shall be on a level with every other man, but that every man shall have liberty to be what God made him, without hindrance.
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People may talk about the equality of the sexes! They are not equal. The silent smile of a sensible, loving woman will vanquish ten men.
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The law is a battery, which protects all that is behind it, but sweeps with destruction all that is outside.
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Life would be a perpetual flea hunt if a man were obliged to run down all the innuendoes, inveracities, and insinuations and misrepresentations which are uttered against him.
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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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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
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You are not called to be a canary in a cage. You are called to be an eagle, and to fly sun to sun, over continents.
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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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Walking humbly, you are more of a man than you were when you walked proudly.
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Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.
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To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
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