Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
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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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We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
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This world is magnificent for strangers and pilgrims, but miserable for residents.
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Make men large and strong and tyranny will bankrupt itself in making shackles for them.
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The cynic puts all human actions into two classes - openly bad and secretly bad.
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Some people think black is the color of heaven, and that the more they can make their faces look like midnight, the more evidence they have of grace. But God, who made the sun and the flowers, never sent me to proclaim to you such a lie as that.
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A practical, matter-of-fact man is like a wagon without springs: every single pebble on the road jolts him; but a man with imagination has springs that break the jar and jolt.
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An oyster, that marvel of delicacy, that concentration of sapid excellence, that mouthful bwefore all other mouthfuls, who first had faith to believe it, and courage to execute? The exterior is not persuasive.
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Grim care, moroseness, anxiety-all this rust of life ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. Mirth is God's medicine.
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Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.
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John Wesley quaintly observed that the road to heaven is a narrow path, not intended for wheels, and that to ride in a coach here and to go to heaven hereafter, was a happiness too much for man.
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We need not fear shipwreck when God is the pilot.
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When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
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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.
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God makes the life fertile by disappointments, as he makes the ground fertile by frosts.
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Self-contemplation is apt to end in self-conceit.
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When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.
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A coat that is not used, the moths eat; and a Christian who is hung up so that he shall not be tempted-the moths eat him; and they have poor food at that.
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True elegance becomes the more so as it approaches simplicity.
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Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There are apartments in their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy, and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are filled with earthy and material things.
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No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.
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What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!
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Reason can tell how love affects us, but cannot tell what love is.
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The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.