Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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This world is magnificent for strangers and pilgrims, but miserable for residents.
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People of too much sentiment are like fountains, whose overflow keeps a disagreeable puddle about them.
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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.
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No grace can save any man unless he helps himself.
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Refinement is the lifting of one's self upwards from the merely sensual; the effort of the soul to etherealize the common wants and uses of life.
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Laugh at your friends, And if your friends are sore; So much the better, You may laugh the more.
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The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
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Genius is a steed too fiery for the plow or the cart.
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Intelligence increases mere physical ability one half. The use of the head abridges the labor of the hands.
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If there's a job to be done, I always ask the busiest man in my parish to take it on and it gets done.
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We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
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Wherever you have seen God pass, mark that spot, and go and sit in that window again.
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Today is a goblet day. The whole heavens have been mingled with exquisite skill to a delicious flavor, and the crystal cup put to every lip. Breathing is like ethereal drinking. It is a luxury simply to exist.
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No man is good for anything who has not some particle of obstinacy to use upon occasion.
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Some of God's noblest sons, I think, will be selected from those that know how to take wealth, with all its temptations, and maintain godliness therewith. It is hard to be a saint standing in a golden niche.
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A traitor is good fruit to hang from the boughs of the tree of liberty.
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Private opinion is weak, but public opinion is almost omnipotent.
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He who only does not appreciate floral beauty is to be pitied like any other man who is born imperfect. It is a misfortune not unlike blindness.
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There is no faculty of the human soul so persistent and universal as that of hatred.
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The power of hiding ourselves from one another is mercifully given, for men are wild beasts, and would devour one another but for this protection.
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We steal if we touch tomorrow. It is God's.
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God's sovereignty is not in His right hand; God's sovereignty is not in His intellect; God's sovereignty is in His love.
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Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
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The soul without imagination is what an observatory would be without a telescope.