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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.
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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Victories that come cheap are cheap. Those only are worth having which come as the result of hard fighting.
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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Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Badgered, snubbed and scolded on the one hand; petted, flattered and indulged on the other-it is astonishing how many children work their way up to an honest manhood in spite of parents and friends. Human nature has an element of great toughness in it.
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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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
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Many men build as cathedrals are built-the part nearest the ground finished, but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Nature is a vast repository of manly enjoyments.
Henry Ward Beecher
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We cannot have right virtue without right conditions.
Henry Ward Beecher
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It takes longer for man to find out man than any other creature that is made.
Henry Ward Beecher
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All things in the natural world symbolize God, yet none of them speak of him but in broken and imperfect words. High above all he sits, sublimer than mountains, grander than storms, sweeter than blossoms and tender fruits, nobler than lords, truer than parents, more loving than lovers. His feet tread the lowest places of the earth; but his head is above all glory, and everywhere he is supreme.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Faith is spiritualized imagination.
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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It takes a man to make a devil; and the fittest man for such a purpose is a snarling, waspish, red-hot, fiery creditor.
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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Don't look where you fall, but where you slipped.
Henry Ward Beecher
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You cannot sift out the poor from the community. The poor are indispensable to the rich.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Compassion will cure more sins than condemnation.
Henry Ward Beecher
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There is no slave out of heaven like a loving woman; and of all loving women, there is no such slave as a mother.
Henry Ward Beecher
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You may say, "I wish to send this ball so as to kill the lion crouching yonder, ready to spring upon me. My wishes are all right, and I hope Providence will direct the ball." Providence won't. You must do it; and if you do not, you are a dead man.
Henry Ward Beecher
