Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Find out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.
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Some men think that the globe is a sponge that God puts into their hands to squeeze for their own garden or flower-pot.
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Every man should use his intellect, not as he uses his lamp in the study, only for his own seeing, but as the lighthouse uses its lamps, that those afar off on the seas may see the shining, and learn their way.
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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.
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That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.
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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.
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The mere wit is only a human bauble. He is to life what bells are to horses-not expected to draw the load, but only to jingle while the horses draw.
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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?
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There is no such thing as white lies; a lie is as black as a coalpit, and twice as foul.
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There are more quarrels smothered by just shutting your mouth, and holding it shut, than by all the wisdom in the world.
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The most dangerous people are the ignorant.
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Ignorance is the womb of monsters.
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At the bottom of every leaf-stem is a cradle, and in it is an infant germ; the winds will rock it, the birds will sing to it all summer long, but the next season it will unfold and go alone.
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Affliction comes to us all ...not to impoverish, but to enrich us, as the plough enriches the field; to multiply our joy, as the seed, by planting, is multiplied a thousand-fold.
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As the cream abandons the milk from which it took its life, and rises to the top and rides there, so men, because they are richer than those around about them, separate themselves, and all mankind below them they regard as skim milk.
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Like waves, our feelings may continue by repeating themselves, by intermittent rushes.
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A woman's pity often opens the door to love.
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It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature.
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That endless book, the newspaper, is our national glory.
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
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Maple-trees are the cows of trees (spring-milked).
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The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.
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People may excite in themselves a glow of compassion, not by toasting their feet at the fire, and saying: "Lord, teach me compassion," but by going and seeking an object that requires compassion.
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Thou, Everlasting Strength, hast set Thyself forth to bear our burdens. May we bear Thy cross, and bearing that; find there is nothing else to bear; and touching that cross, find that instead of taking away our strength, it adds thereto. Give us faith for darkness, for trouble, for sorrow, for bereavement, for disappointment; give us a faith that will abide though the earth itself should pass away--a faith for living, a faith for dying.