A man’s character is the reality of himself; his reputation, the opinion others have formed about him; character resides in him, reputation in other people; that is the substance, this is the shadow.
HENRY WARD BEECHERWhen a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.
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That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.
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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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Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
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There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
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The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
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The advertisements in a newspaper are more full knowledge in respect to what is going on in a state or community than the editorial columns are.
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Spreading Christianity abroad is sometimes an excuse for not having it at home.
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The most dangerous people are the ignorant.
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No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.
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If a man can have only one kind of sense, let him have common sense. If he has that and uncommon sense too, he is not far from genius.
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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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It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
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Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.
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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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