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God washes the eyes by tears until they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more. O love! O affliction! ye are the guides that show us the way through the great airy space where our loved ones walked; and, as hounds easily follow the scent before the dew be risen, so God teaches us, while yet our sorrow is wet, to follow on and find our dear ones in heaven.
Henry Ward Beecher
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It usually takes a hundred years to make a law, and then, after it has done its work; it usually takes a hundred years to get rid of it.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The most dangerous people are the ignorant.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
Henry Ward Beecher
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What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.
Henry Ward Beecher
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That is the best baptism that leaves the man cleanest inside.
Henry Ward Beecher
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No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.
Henry Ward Beecher
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If one asks me the meaning of our flag, I say to him: It means all that the Constitution of our people, organizing for justice, for liberty, and for happiness, meant. Our flag carries American ideas, American history and American feelings. This American flag was the safeguard of liberty. It was an ordinance of liberty by the people, for the people. That it meant, that it means, and, by the blessing of God, that it shall mean to the end of time!
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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A cunning man overreaches no one half as much as himself.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Nature holds an immense uncollected debt over every man's head.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
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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Every young man would do well to remember that all successful business stands on the foundation of morality.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Nature is a vast repository of manly enjoyments.
Henry Ward Beecher
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God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.
Henry Ward Beecher
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It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.
Henry Ward Beecher
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A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Experience is the mother of custom.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
Henry Ward Beecher
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What profusion is there in His work! When trees blossom there is not a single breastpin, but a whole bosom full of gems; and of leaves they have so many suits that they can throw them away to the winds all summer long. What unnumbered cathedrals has He reared in the forest shades, vast and grand, full of curious carvings, and haunted evermore by tremulous music; and in the heavens above, how do stars seem to have flown out of His hand faster than sparks out of a mighty forge!
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Christianity works while infidelity talks. She feeds the hungry, clothes the naked, visits and cheers the sick, and seeks the lost, while infidelity abuses her and babbles nonsense and profanity. 'By their fruits ye shall know them.'
Henry Ward Beecher
