Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
HENRY WARD BEECHERThe blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.
More Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Christianity is simply the ideal form of manhood represented to us by Jesus Christ.
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I think you might dispense with half your doctors if you would only consult Dr. Sun more.
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Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.
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We never know the love of the parent for the child till we become parents.
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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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You are not called to be a canary in a cage. You are called to be an eagle, and to fly sun to sun, over continents.
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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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It is defeat that turns bone to flint; it is defeat that turns gristle to muscle; it is defeat that makes men invincible. Do not then be afraid of defeat. You are never so near to victory as when defeated in a good cause.
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Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page
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It will not do to be saints at meeting and sinners everywhere else.
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You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.
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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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The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
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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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We 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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