Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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One should go to sleep as homesick passengers do, saying, "Perhaps in the morning we shall see the shore.
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No man is more cheated than the selfish man.
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Home should be the center of joy, equatorial and tropical.
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If men had wings and bore black feathers, Few of them would be clever enough to be crows.
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Our life is in the loom; it rolls up and is hidden as fast as it is woven. It is to be taken out of the loom only when we leave this world; then only shall we see the pattern.
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He who hunts for flowers will finds flowers; and he who loves weeds will find weeds.
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Let parents who hate their offspring rear them to hate labor, and to inherit riches; and before long they will be stung by every vice, racked by its poison, and damned by its penalty.
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Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
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A republican government in a hundred points is weaker than an autocratic government; but in this one point it is the strongest that ever existed — it has educated a race of men that are men.
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God's men are better than the devil's men, and they ought to act as though they thought they were.
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A cunning man overreaches no one half as much as himself.
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A law is valuable not because it is law, but because there is right in it.
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He that does not know how wisely to meddle with public affairs in preaching the gospel, does not know how to preach the gospel.
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There is nothing which vanity does not desecrate.
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Experience is the mother of custom.
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Genius unexerted is no more genius than a bushel of acorns is a forest of oaks.
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No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.
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Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life.
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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.
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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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Love is the river of life in this world. Think not that ye know it who stand at the little tinkling rill, the first small fountain. Not until you have gone through the rocky gorges, and not lost the stream; not until you nave gone through the meadow, and the stream has widened and deepened until fleets could ride on its bosom; not until beyond the meadow you have come to the unfathomable ocean, and poured your treasures into its depths – not until then can you know what love is.
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Next to ingratitude the most painful thing to bear is gratitude.
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The imagination is the secret and marrow of civilization. It is the very eye of faith.
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The gravest events dawn with no more noise than the morning star makes in rising. All great developments complete themselves in the world and modestly wait in silence, praising themselves never, and announcing themselves not at all. We must be sensitive, and sensible, if we would see the beginnings and endings of great things. That is our part.