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You have seen a ship out on the bay, swinging with the tide, and seeming as if it would follow it; and yet it cannot, for down beneath the water it is anchored. So many a soul sways toward heaven, but cannot ascend thither, because it is anchored to some secret sin.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Precise knowledge is the only true knowledge, and he who does not teach exactly, does not teach at all.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Mountains of gold would not seduce some men, yet flattery would break them down.
Henry Ward Beecher
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A grindstone that had not grit in it, how long would it take to sharpen an ax? And affairs that had not grit in them, how long would they take to make a man?
Henry Ward Beecher
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A dull axe never loves grindstones, but a keen workman does; and he puts his tool on them in order that it may be sharp. And men do not like grinding; but they are dull for the purposes which God designs to work out with them, and therefore He is grinding them.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Reading is a dissuasion from immorality. Reading stands in the place of company.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Genius is a steed too fiery for the plow or the cart.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Remember God's bounty in the year. String the pearls of His favor. Hide the dark parts, except so far as they are breaking out in light! Give this one day to thanks, to joy, to gratitude!
Henry Ward Beecher
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There are persons so radiant, so genial, so kind, so pleasure-bearin g, that you instinctively feel in their presence that they do you good; whose coming into a room is like bringing a lamp there.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Private opinion is weak, but public opinion is almost omnipotent.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Men will imitate and admire his unmoved firmness, his inflexible conscience for the right; and yet his gentleness, as tender as a woman's, his moderation of spirit, which not all the heat of party could inflame, nor all the jars and disturbances of this country shake out of its place: I swear you to an emulation of his justice, his moderation, and his mercy.
Henry Ward Beecher
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A babe is nothing but a bundle of possibilities.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Every boy wants someone older than himself to whom he may go in moods of confidence and yearning. The neglect of this child's want by grown people . . . is a fertile source of suffering.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.
Henry Ward Beecher
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All higher motives, ideals, conceptions, sentiments in a man are of no account if they do not come forward to strengthen him for the better discharge of the duties which devolve upon him in the ordinary affairs of life.
Henry Ward Beecher
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There is not a person we employ who does not, like ourselves, desire recognition, praise, gentleness, forbearance, patience.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
Henry Ward Beecher
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A person can no more make money suddenly and largely, and be unharmed by it, than one could suddenly grow from a child's stature to an adult's without harm.
Henry Ward Beecher
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As plants take hold, not for the sake of staying, but only that they may climb higher, so it is with men. By every part of our nature we clasp things above us, one after another, not for the sake of remaining where we take hold, but that we may go higher.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Christ is risen! There is life, therefore, after death! His resurrection is the symbol and pledge of universal resurrection!
Henry Ward Beecher
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We are always on the anvil; by trials God is shaping us for higher things.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Reason is a permanent blessing of God to the soul. Without it there can be no large religion.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
