A thoughtful mind, when it sees a Nation’s flag, sees not the flag only, but the Nation itself; and whatever may be its symbols, its insignia, he reads chiefly in the flag the Government, the principles, the truths, the history which belongs to the Nation that sets it forth.
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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The worst thing in this world, next to anarchy, is government.
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Sorrow makes men sincere.
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No matter what looms ahead, if you can eat today, enjoy the sunlight today, mix good cheer with friends today, enjoy it and bless God for it. Do not look back on happiness — or dream of it in the future. You are only sure of today; do not let yourself be cheated out of it.
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Spreading Christianity abroad is sometimes an excuse for not having it at home.
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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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A Christian is nothing but a sinful man who has put himself to school for Christ for the honest purpose of becoming better.
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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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Education is only like good culture,–it changes the size, but not the sort.
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A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.
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The best lessons a man ever learns are from his mistakes. It is not for want of schoolmasters that we are still ignorant.
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Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.
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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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The dog is the god of frolic.
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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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We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.
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