The real democratic American idea is, not that every man shall be on a level with every other man, but that every man shall have liberty to be what God made him, without hindrance.
HENRY WARD BEECHERMen’s best successes come after their disappointments.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.
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It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
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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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If you want your neighbor to know what Christ will do for him, let the neighbor see what Christ has done for you.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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Repentance is another name for aspiration.
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Death is the Christian’s vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
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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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A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.
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Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.
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The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
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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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Life would be a perpetual flea hunt if a man were obliged to run down all the innuendoes, inveracities, and insinuations and misrepresentations which are uttered against him.
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The worst thing in this world, next to anarchy, is government.
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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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