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He that would look with contempt on the pursuits of the farmer, is not worthy the name of a man.
Henry Ward Beecher
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It is not well for a man to pray cream and live skim milk.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Ambition is the way in which a vulgar man aspires.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The great men of earth are the shadow men, who, having lived and died, now live again and forever through their undying thoughts. Thus living, though their footfalls are heard no more, their voices are louder than the thunder, and unceasing as the flow of tides or air.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Whenever education and refinement carry us away from the common people, they are growing towards selfishness, which is the monster evil of the world. That is true cultivation which gives us sympathy with every form of human life, and enables us to work most successfully for its advancement. Refinement that carries us away from our fellow people is not God's refinement.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The most dangerous people are the ignorant.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Character, like porcelain-ware, must be painted before it is glazed. There can be no change of color after it is burned in.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Of all man's works of art, a cathedral is greatest. A vast and majestic tree is greater than that.
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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Your honors here may serve you for a time, as it were for an hour, but they will be of no use to you beyond this world. Nobody will have heard a word of your honors in the other life. Your glory, your shame, your ambitions, and all the treasures for which you push hard and sacrifice much will be like wreaths of smoke. For these things, which you mostly seek, and for which you spend your life only tarry with you while you are on this side of the flood.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Our yearnings are homesicknesses for heaven; our sighings are for God, just as children that cry themselves asleep away from home, and sob in their slumber, know not that they sob for their parents. The soul's inarticulate moanings are the affections yearning for the Infinite, and having no one to tell them what it is that ails them.
Henry Ward Beecher
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He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
Henry Ward Beecher
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A tool is but the extension of a man's hand, and a machine is but a complex tool. And he that invents a machine augments the power of a man and the well-being of mankind.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The ignorant classes are the dangerous classes.
Henry Ward Beecher
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God is like us to this extent, that whatever in us is good is like God.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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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The man who perceives life only with his eye, his ear, his hand, and his tongue, is but little higher than the ox or an intelligent dog; but he who has imagination sees things around and above him, as the angels see them.
Henry Ward Beecher
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In the early ages men ruled by strength; now they rule by brain, and so long as there is only one man in the world who can think and plan, he will stand head and shoulders above him who cannot.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Do not be afraid because the, community teems with excitement. Silence and death are dreadful. The rush of life, the vigor of earnest men, the conflict of realities, invigorate, cleanse, and establish the truth.
Henry Ward Beecher
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October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The prouder a man is, the more he thinks he deserves, and the more he thinks he deserves, the less he really does deserve.
Henry Ward Beecher
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He who hunts for flowers will finds flowers; and he who loves weeds will find weeds.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Like the cellar-growing vine is the Christian who lives in the darkness and bondage of fear. But let him go forth, with the liberty of God, into the light of love, and he will be like the plant in the field, healthy, robust, and joyful.
Henry Ward Beecher
