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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one comes from a strong will, and the other from a strong won't.
Henry Ward Beecher
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God sends experience to paint men's portraits.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may swell.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The call to religion is not a call to be better than your fellows, but to be better than yourself. Religion is relative to the individual.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Nobody ever sees truth except in fragments.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Fear is the soul's signal for rallying.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The church is no more religion than the masonry of the aqueduct is the water that flows through it.
Henry Ward Beecher
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In the family, happiness is in the ratio in which each is serving the others, seeking one another's good, and bearing one another's burdens.
Henry Ward Beecher
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A mother's prayers, silent and gentle, can never miss the road to the throne of all bounty.
Henry Ward Beecher
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One should go to sleep as homesick passengers do, saying, "Perhaps in the morning we shall see the shore.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Do not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs ...and then cackles.
Henry Ward Beecher
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We know that the gifts which men have do not come from the schools. If a man is a plain, literal, factual man, you can make a great deal more of him in his own line by education than without education, just as you can make a great deal more of a potato if you cultivate it than if you do not; but no cultivation in this world will ever make an apple out of a potato.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Flowers are sent to do God's work in unrevealed paths, and to diffuse influence by channels that we hardly suspect.
Henry Ward Beecher
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There can be no barrenness in full summer. The very sand will yield something. Rocks will have mosses, and every rift will have its wind-flower, and every crevice a leaf; while from the fertile soil will be reared a gorgeous troop of growths, that will carry their life in ten thousand forms, but all with praise to God. And so it is when the soul knows its summer. Love redeems its weakness, clothes its barrenness, enriches its poverty, and makes its very desert to bud and blossom as the rose.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Our children that die young are like those spring bulbs which have their flowers prepared beforehand, and leave nothing to do but to break ground, and blossom, and pass away. Thank God for spring flowers among men, as well as among the grasses of the field.
Henry Ward Beecher
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A book is a garden; A book is an orchard; A book is a storehouse; A book is a party. It is company by the way; it is a counselor; it is a multitude of counselors.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
Henry Ward Beecher
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It was the German schoolhouse which destroyed Napoleon III. France, since then, is making monster cannon and drilling soldiers still, but she is also building schoolhouses. As long as war is possible, anything that makes better soldiers people want.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Coming to the Bible through commentaries is much like looking at a landscape through garret windows, over which generations of unmolested spiders have spun their webs.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The poor man with industry is happier than the rich man in idleness.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Boys have their soft and gentle moods too. You would suppose by the morning racket that nothing could be more foreign to their nature than romance and vague sadness. . . . But boys have hours of great sinking and sadness, when kindness and fondness are peculiarly needful to them.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Men judge of Christians by taking as fair samples those that lie rotten on the ground.
Henry Ward Beecher
