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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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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
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I have known men who thought the object of conversion was to cleanse them as a garment is cleansed, and that when they are converted they were to be hung up in the Lord's wardrobe, the door of which was to be shut, so that no dust could get at them. 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.
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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Most of the debts of Europe represent condensed drops of blood.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Our best successes often come after our greatest disappointments.
Henry Ward Beecher
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There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, yearning for something better; nobler; holier than it knows now.
Henry Ward Beecher
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I will not say it is not Christian to make beads of others faults, and tell them over every day; I say it is infernal. If you want to know how the Devil feels, you do know, if you are such an one.
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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I think you might dispense with half your doctors if you would only consult Dr. Sun more.
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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Suffering well borne is better than suffering removed.
Henry Ward Beecher
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It is not desirable that we should live as in the constant atmosphere and presence of death; that would unfit us for life; but it is well for us, now and then, to talk with death as friend talketh with friend, and to bathe in the strange seas, and to anticipate the experiences of that land to which it will lead us. These forethinkings are meant, not to make us discontented with life, but to bring us back with more strength, and a nobler purpose in living.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Of all joyful, smiling, ever-laughing experiences, there are none like those which spring from true religion.
Henry Ward Beecher
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It is a very good world for the purposes for which it was built; and that is all anything is good for.
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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The newspaper is a greater treasure to the people than uncounted millions of gold.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Victories are easy and cheap. The only victories worth anything are those achieved through hard work and dedication.
Henry Ward Beecher
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It's easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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.
Henry Ward Beecher
