A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It’s jolted by every pebble on the road.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWe go to the grave of a friend saying, “A man is dead,” but angels throng about him saying, “A man is born.”
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I never knew an early-rising, hard-working, prudent man, careful of his earnings, and strictly honest who complained of bad luck.
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Compassion will cure more sins than condemnation.
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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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Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
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Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.
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It is not in the nature of true greatness to be exclusive and arrogant.
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Men’s best successes come after their disappointments.
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The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
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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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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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Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.
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Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
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The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
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You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.
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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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