Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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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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The imagination is the secret and marrow of civilization. It is the very eye of faith.
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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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Weak minds may be injured by novel-reading; but sensible people find both amusement and instruction therein.
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When a nation's young men are conservative, its funeral bell is already rung.
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Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
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Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
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A man that is afraid is never a man.
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While a man is stringing a harp, he tries the strings, not for music, but for construction. When it is finished it shall be played for melodies. God is fashioning the human heart for future joy. He only sounds a string here and there to see how far His work has progressed.
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We not only live among men, but there are airy hosts, blessed spectators, sympathetic lookers-on, that see and know and appreciate our thoughts and feelings and acts.
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It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.
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The meanest, most contemptible kind of praise is that which first speaks well of a man, and then qualifies it with a But.
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Genius unexerted is no more genius than a bushel of acorns is a forest of oaks.
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A Christian is nothing but a sinful man who has put himself to school for Christ for the honest purpose of becoming better.
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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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A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.
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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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That state of mind in which a man is impressed with invisible things is faith.
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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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The poor man with industry is happier than the rich man in idleness.
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What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.
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The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.
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Every charitable act is a stepping stone toward heaven.