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A woman's pity often opens the door to love.
Henry Ward Beecher
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That endless book, the newspaper, is our national glory.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Hope is sweet-minded and sweet-eyed. It draws pictures; it weaves fancies; it fills the future with delight.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Make men large and strong and tyranny will bankrupt itself in making shackles for them.
Henry Ward Beecher
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All the sobriety which' religion needs or requires is that which real earnestness produces.
Henry Ward Beecher
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A gamester, as such, is the cool, calculating, essential spirit of concentrated, avaricious selfishness.
Henry Ward Beecher
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There are many persons who look on Sunday as a sponge to wipe out the sins of the week.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.
Henry Ward Beecher
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A man is a fool who sits looking backward from himself in the past. Ah, what shallow, vain conceit there is in man! Forget the things that are behind. That is not where you live. Your roots are not there. They are in the present; and you should reach up into the other life.
Henry Ward Beecher
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If you have only two or three things that you can enjoy and they are things which time and decay may remove from you, what are you going to do in old age?
Henry Ward Beecher
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The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Find out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.
Henry Ward Beecher
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All true religion must stand on true morality.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Men think God is destroying them because he is tuning them. The violinist screws up the key till the tense cord sounds the concert pitch; but it is not to break it, but to use it tunefully, that he stretches the string upon the musical rack.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The most dangerous people are the ignorant.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The deeper men go into life, the deeper is their conviction that this life is not all. It is an unfinished symphony. A day may round out an insect's life, and a bird or a beast needs no tomorrow. Not so with him who knows that he is related to God and has felt the power of an endless life.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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 Beecher
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True elegance becomes the more so as it approaches simplicity.
Henry Ward Beecher
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John Wesley quaintly observed that the road to heaven is a narrow path, not intended for wheels, and that to ride in a coach here and to go to heaven hereafter, was a happiness too much for man.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Men do not avail themselves of the riches of God's grace. They love to nurse their cares, and seem as uneasy without some fret as an old friar would be without his hair girdle. They are commanded to cast their cares upon the Lord, but even when they attempt it, they do not fail to catch them up again, and think it meritorious to walk burdened.
Henry Ward Beecher
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I never know how to worship until I know how to love; and to love I must have something that I can put my arms around, — something that, touching my heart, shall leave not the chill of ice, but the warmth of summer.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Do not be troubled because you have not great virtues. God made a million spears of grass where He made one tree. The earth is fringed and carpeted, not with forests, but with grasses. Only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because you are neither a hero or a saint.
Henry Ward Beecher
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But there have been human hearts, constituted just like ours, for six thousand years. The same stars rise and set upon this globe that rose upon the plains of Shinar or along the Egyptian Nile and the same sorrows rise and set in every age.
Henry Ward Beecher
