Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Self-contemplation is apt to end in self-conceit.
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Grim care, moroseness, anxiety-all this rust of life ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. Mirth is God's medicine.
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A lie always needs a truth for a handle to it.
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Thorough selfishness destroys or paralyzes enjoyment. A heart made selfish by the contest for wealth is like a citadel stormed in war, utterly shattered.
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We are always on the anvil; by trials God is shaping us for higher things.
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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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Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
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Beauty may be said to be God's trademark in creation.
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The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.
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Your greatest pleasure is that which rebounds from hearts that you have made glad.
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What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!
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Morality is character and conduct such as is required by the circle or community in which the man's life happens to be placed. It shows how much good men require of us.
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A mother has, perhaps, the hardest earthly lot; and yet no mother worthy of the name ever gave herself thoroughly for her child who did not feel that, after all, she reaped what she had sown.
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Death is the Christian's vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
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God is the one great employer, thinker, planner, supervisor.
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They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation.
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The morbid states of health, the irritableness of disposition arising from unstrung nerves, the impatience, the crossness, the fault-finding of men, who, full of morbid influences, are unhappy themselves, and throw the cloud of their troubles like a dark shadow upon others, teach us what eminent duty there is in health.
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Some people are so dry that you might soak them in a joke for a month and it would not get through their skins.
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A gamester, as such, is the cool, calculating, essential spirit of concentrated, avaricious selfishness.
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There are many persons who look on Sunday as a sponge to wipe out the sins of the week.
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When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
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Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.
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It is not desirable that we should live as in the constant atmosphere and presence of death; that would unfit us for life; but it is well for us, now and then, to talk with death as friend talketh with friend, and to bathe in the strange seas, and to anticipate the experiences of that land to which it will lead us. These forethinkings are meant, not to make us discontented with life, but to bring us back with more strength, and a nobler purpose in living.
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Now, men think, with regard to their conduct, that, if they were to lift themselves up gigantically and commit some crashing sin, they should never be able to hold up their heads; but they will harbor in their souls little sins, which are piercing and eating them away to inevitable ruin.