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The philosophy of one century is the common sense of the next.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Home should be the center of joy, equatorial and tropical.
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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The last person one wants to be is themselves. Sadly, that is the best person to be.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
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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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.
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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I have known men who thought the object of conversion was to cleanse them as a garment is cleansed, and that when they are converted they were to be hung up in the Lord's wardrobe, the door of which was to be shut, so that no dust could get at them. A coat that is not used the moths eat; and a Christian who is hung up so that he shall not be tempted, the moths eat him; and they have poor food at that.
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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Vigilance is not only the price of liberty, but of success of any sort.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried, of the summer that is gone.
Henry Ward Beecher
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But when we borrow trouble, and look forward into the future to see what storms are coming, and distress ourselves before they come as to how we shall avert them if they ever do come, we lose our proper trustfulness in God. When we torment ourselves with imaginary dangers, or trials, or reverses, we have already parted with that perfect love which casteth out fear.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Men strengthen each other in their faults. Those who are alike associate together, repeat the things which all believe, defend and stimulate their common faults of disposition, and each one receives from the others a reflection of his own egotism.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
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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Ignorance is the womb of monsters.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
Henry Ward Beecher
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There is nothing which vanity does not desecrate.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Men can make an idol of the Bible.
Henry Ward Beecher
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We cannot have right virtue without right conditions.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
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
