Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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Nature holds an immense uncollected debt over every man's head.
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Men of dissolute lives have little incentive to look forward to the hopes and glories of immortality. A due conception of these would be incompatible with such a life.
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Ignorance is the womb of monsters.
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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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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.
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Of all man's works of art, a cathedral is greatest. A vast and majestic tree is greater than that.
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What place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?
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Our days are a kaleidoscope. Every instant a change takes place in the contents. New harmonies, new contrasts, new combinations of every sort. Nothing ever happens twice alike. The most familiar people stand each moment in some new relation to each other, to their work, to surrounding objects. The most tranquil house, with the most serene inhabitants, living upon the utmost regularity of system, is yet exemplifying infinite diversities.
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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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God puts the excess of hope in one man, in order that it may be a medicine to the man who is despondent.
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Books are the true metempsychosis,--they are the symbol and presage of immortality. The dead men are scattered, and none shall find them. Behold they are here! they do but sleep.
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What if the leaves were to fall a-weeping, and say, "It will be so painful for us to be pulled from our stalks, when autumn comes?" Foolish fear! Summer goes, and autumn succeeds. The glory of death is upon the leaves; and the gentlest breeze that blows takes them softly and silently from the bough, and they float slowly down, like fiery sparks, upon the moss.
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God makes the life fertile by disappointments, as he makes the ground fertile by frosts.
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It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature.
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It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.
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It is not the going out of port, but the coming in, that determines the success of a voyage.
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As ships meet at sea a moment together, when words of greeting must be spoken, and then away upon the deep, so men meet in this world; and I think we should cross no man's path without hailing him, and if he needs giving him supplies.
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Be a hard master to yourself - and be lenient to everybody else.
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Trouble teaches men how much there is in manhood.
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The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.
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Experience is the mother of custom.
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It is the very wantonness of folly for a man to search out the frets and burdens of his calling and give his mind every day to a consideration of them. They belong to human life. They are inevitable. Brooding only gives them strength.
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Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life.
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Nature is a vast repository of manly enjoyments.