Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
A dull axe never loves grindstones, but a keen workman does; and he puts his tool on them in order that it may be sharp. And men do not like grinding; but they are dull for the purposes which God designs to work out with them, and therefore He is grinding them.
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I actually find a lot of parallels in jazz and cartooning.
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Im not revolted by Washington.
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I am just beginning to be more comfortable with my identity.
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I'm surprised that people think they're important. To me they're not.
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Loved people are loving people.
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I hate it when people romanticize Scotland.
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We are always remaking history. Our memory is always an interpretive reconstruction of the past, so is perspective.
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Perfection is a disease of a nation.
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We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.
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The average rap life is two or three albums. You're lucky to get to your second album in rap!
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Every time we deny ourselves in order to serve someone else, we grow in Christ.
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How'd we come up with the robe? Was some guy just like, 'Hey, I've got an idea! Why don't we make a coat out of a towel? You can have a little belt that goes around. You could dunk the belt in the toilet! Have a toilet belt.'
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Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.
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You know you’re writing well when you're throwing good stuff into the wastebasket.
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I am always doing what I can't do yet in order to learn how to do it.
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Flattery is praise without foundation.
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We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear. That old law about "an eye for an eye" leaves everybody blind... The time is always right to do the right thing. Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.
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God loves you. God doesn't want anyone to be hungry and oppressed. He just puts his big arms around everybody and hugs them up against himself.
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Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.
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No, my dear, I'm not in love with you, no more than you are with me, and if I were, you would be the last person I'd ever tell. God help the man who ever really loves you. You'd break his heart, my darling, cruel, destructive little cat who is so careless and confident she doesn't even trouble to sheathe her claws.
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A dull axe never loves grindstones, but a keen workman does; and he puts his tool on them in order that it may be sharp. And men do not like grinding; but they are dull for the purposes which God designs to work out with them, and therefore He is grinding them.
