There are more quarrels smothered by just shutting your mouth, and holding it shut, than by all the wisdom in the world.
HENRY WARD BEECHERBooks are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Repentance is another name for aspiration.
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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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To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
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Pushing any truth out very far, you are met by a counter-truth.
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Love is the river of life in this world.
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The cynic puts all human actions into two classes – openly bad and secretly bad.
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When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
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Some people are proud of their humility.
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The beginning is the promise of the end.
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In the early ages men ruled by strength; now they rule by brain, and so long as there is only one man in the world who can think and plan, he will stand head and shoulders above him who cannot.
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The most dangerous people are the ignorant.
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In the family, happiness is in the ratio in which each is serving the others, seeking one another’s good, and bearing one another’s burdens.
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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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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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To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them – the whole leaf and root tribe.
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