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O Lord God, we pray that we may be inspired to nobleness of life in the least things. May we dignify all our daily life. May we set such a sacredness upon every part of our life, that nothing shall be trivial, nothing unimportant, and nothing dull, in the daily round.
Henry Ward Beecher -
Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The pie should be eaten "while it is yet florescent, white or creamy yellow, with the merest drip of candied juice along the edges, (as if the flavor were so good to itself that its own lips watered!) of a mild and modest warmth, the sugar suggesting jelly, yet not jellied, the morsels of apple neither dissolved nor yet in original substance, but hanging as it were in a trance between the spirit and the flesh of applehood...then, O blessed man, favored by all the divinities! eat, give thanks, and go forth, 'in apple-pie order!'"
Henry Ward Beecher -
It is for men to choose whether they will govern themselves or be governed.
Henry Ward Beecher -
The Bible is like a telescope. If a man looks through his telescope, then he sees worlds beyond; but, if he looks at his telescope, then he does not see anything but that.
Henry Ward Beecher -
Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith. We should live for the future, and yet should find our life in the fidelities of the present; the last is only the method of the first.
Henry Ward Beecher -
The diameter of each day is measured by the stretch of thought - not by the rising and setting of the sun.
Henry Ward Beecher -
As long as society is absolutely divided as milk is, the cream being at the top and the impoverished milk at the bottom, so long will society be unbalanced, and liable to be thrown into convulsions out of which will spring wars. A circulation throughout keeps it in health.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Conscience is the frame of character, and love is the covering for it.
Henry Ward Beecher -
A man's ledger does not tell what he is, or what he is worth. Count what is in man, not what is on him, if you would know what he is worth-whether rich or poor.
Henry Ward Beecher -
What if you have seen it before, ten thousand times over? An apple tree in full blossom is like a message, sent fresh from heaven to earth, of purity and beauty.
Henry Ward Beecher -
Many men are stored full of unused knowledge. Like loaded guns that are never fired off, or military magazines in times of peace, they are stuffed with useless ammunition.
Henry Ward Beecher -
There is not a single heart but has its moments of longing.
Henry Ward Beecher -
Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
Henry Ward Beecher
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If you attempt to beat a man down and to get his goods for less than a fair price, you are attempting to commit burglary, as much as though you broke into his shop to take the things without paying for them.
Henry Ward Beecher -
In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.
Henry Ward Beecher -
Books are the windows through which the soul looks out.
Henry Ward Beecher -
Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
Henry Ward Beecher -
There is no liberty to men who know not how to govern themselves.
Henry Ward Beecher -
The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.
Henry Ward Beecher
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There are apartments in the soul which have a glorious outlook; from whose windows you can see across the river of death, and into the shining city beyond; but how often are these neglected for the lower ones, which have earthward-looking windows.
Henry Ward Beecher -
The monkey is an organized sarcasm upon the human race.
Henry Ward Beecher -
One might as well attempt to calculate mathematically the contingent forms of the tinkling bits of glass in a kaleidoscope as to look through the tube of the future and foretell its pattern.
Henry Ward Beecher -
I think half the troubles for which men go slouching in prayer to God are caused by their intolerable pride. Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges. We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
Henry Ward Beecher