Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
HENRY WARD BEECHERMen go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.
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The cynic puts all human actions into two classes – openly bad and secretly bad.
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Debt rolls a man over and over, binding him hand and foot, and letting him hang upon the fatal mesh until the long-legged interest devours him.
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We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started.
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Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
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It will not do to be saints at meeting and sinners everywhere else.
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There is no man that lives who does not need to be drilled, disciplined, and developed into something higher and nobler and better than he is by nature. Life is one prolonged birth.
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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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Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
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Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.
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The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.
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Next to victory, there is nothing so sweet as defeat, if only the right adversary overcomes you.
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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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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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Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
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