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And when no longer we can see Thee, may we reach out our hands, and find Thee leading us through death to immortality and glory.
Henry Ward Beecher
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There is no such thing as preaching patience into people, unless the sermon is so long that they have to practice it while they hear. No man can learn patience except by going out into the hurlyburly world, and taking life just as it blows. Patience is but lying to, and riding out the gale.
Henry Ward Beecher
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And now we beseech of Thee that we may have every day some such sense of God's mercy and of the power of God about us, as we have of the fullness of the light of heaven before us.
Henry Ward Beecher
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There is a great deal more correctness of thought respecting manhood in bodily things than in moral things. For men's ideas of manhood shape themselves as the tower and spire of cathedrals do, that stand broad at the bottom, but grow tapering as they rise, and end, far up, in the finest lines, and in an evanishing point. Where they touch the ground they are most, and where they reach to the heaven they are least.
Henry Ward Beecher
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It is defeat that turns bone to flint; it is defeat that turns gristle to muscle; it is defeat that makes men invincible. Do not then be afraid of defeat. You are never so near to victory as when defeated in a good cause.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The sun does not shine for a few trees, and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. The lonely pine on the mountain-top waves its sombre boughs and cries, 'Thou art my sun.' And the little meadow violet lifts its cup of blue, and whispers with its perfumed breath, 'Thou art my sun.' And the grain in a thousand fields rustles in the wind, and makes answer, 'Thou art my sun.' So God sits effulgent in heaven, not for a favored few, but for the universe of life; and there is no creature so poor or so low that he may not look up with childish confidence and say, 'My Father, Thou art mine.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Every man carries a menagerie in himself; and, by stirring him up all around, you will find every sort of animal represented there.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Take all the robes of all the good judges that have ever lived on the face of the earth, and they would not be large enough to cover the iniquity of one corrupt judge.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Nowhere else can one find so miscellaneous, so various, an amount of knowledge as is contained in a good newspaper.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The little troubles and worries of life may be as stumbling blocks in our way, or we may make them stepping-stones to a nobler character and to Heaven. Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The commerce of the world is conducted by the strong, and usually it operates against the weak.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Expedients are for an hour, but principles are for the ages. Just because the rains descend and winds blow, we cannot afford to build on shifting sands.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Death is the Christian's vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The soul is often hungrier than the body and no shop can sell it food.
Henry Ward Beecher
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He who is false to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and will find the flaw when he may have forgotten its cause.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Refinement that carries us away from our fellow-men is not God's refinement.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The slave labors, but with no cheer - it is not the road to respectability, it will honor him with no citizens' trust, it brings no bread to his family, no grain to his garner, no leisure in after-days, no books or papers to his children. It opens no school-house door, builds no church, rears for him no factory, lays no keel, fills no bank, earns no acres. With sweat and toil and ignorance he consumes his life, to pour the earnings into channels from which he does no drink, into hands that never honor him. But perpetually rob and often torment.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Anger is a bow that will shoot sometimes where another feeling will not.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Conceited men often seem a harmless kind of men, who, by an overweening self-respect, relieve others from the duty of respecting them at all.
Henry Ward Beecher
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We only see in a lifetime a dozen faces marked with the peace of a contented spirit.
Henry Ward Beecher
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May we be satisfied with nothing that shall not have in it something of immortality.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The indolent mind is not empty, but full of vermin.
Henry Ward Beecher
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There is no liberty to men who know not how to govern themselves.
Henry Ward Beecher
