Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
HENRY WARD BEECHERIt 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.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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A man who cannot get angry is like a stream that cannot overflow, that is always turbid. Sometimes indignation is as good as a thunderstorm in summer, clearing and cooling the air.
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Interest works night and day in fair weather and in foul. It gnaws at a man’s substance with invisible teeth.
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There is a power in the human mind to see things as they are but there is equally a power to see things as they might be.
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It’s easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top.
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He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
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No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.
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Our best successes often come after our greatest disappointments.
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The cynic puts all human actions into two classes – openly bad and secretly bad.
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A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.
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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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That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.
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Everyone has influence, for good or bad, upon others.
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That was a judicious mother who said, “I obey my children for the first year of their lives, but ever after I expect them to obey me.
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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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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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