Henry Ward Beecher

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They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Memorial Day
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Never forget what a man has said to you when he was angry. If he has charged you with anything, you had better look it up.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Anger
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It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Men
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I think half the troubles for which men go slouching in prayer to God are caused by their intolerable pride. Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges. We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Prayer
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Hope is sweet-minded and sweet-eyed. It draws pictures; it weaves fancies; it fills the future with delight.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Sweet
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What profusion is there in His work! When trees blossom there is not a single breastpin, but a whole bosom full of gems; and of leaves they have so many suits that they can throw them away to the winds all summer long. What unnumbered cathedrals has He reared in the forest shades, vast and grand, full of curious carvings, and haunted evermore by tremulous music; and in the heavens above, how do stars seem to have flown out of His hand faster than sparks out of a mighty forge!
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Summer
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The highest order that was ever instituted on earth is the order of faith.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Faith
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The most miserable pettifogging in the world is that of a man in the court of his own consciences.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Men
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Though cares and sorrows e'er must come, Though heart be rent, I know that God will give me strength, When mine is spent.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: God
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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!
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Music
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Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith. We should live for the future, and yet should find our life in the fidelities of the present; the last is only the method of the first.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Life
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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
Collection: War
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The one great poem of New England is her Sunday.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: War
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Many yet are the secret truths of God which will be unfolded as they are needed.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Truth
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The rarest feeling that ever lights a human face is the contentment of a loving soul.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Light
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Someone calls biography the home aspect of history.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Home
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Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Nature
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If men had wings and bore black feathers, Few of them would be clever enough to be crows.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Clever
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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.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Courage
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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.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Christian
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Temptations are enemies outside the castle seeking entrance. If there be no false retainer within who holds treacherous parley, there can scarcely be even an offer.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Temptation
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When leisure is a selfish luxury, its very activity, when it stirs, is apt to be only a kind of indolence taking exercise, that it may the better digest its selfishness.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Selfish
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No man knows what he will do till the right temptation comes.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Men
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A library is but the soul's burial ground; it is the land of shadows. Yet one is impressed with the thought, the labor, and the struggle, represented in this vast catacomb of books. Who could dream, by the placid waters that issue from the level mouths of brooks into the lake, all the plunges, the whirls, the divisions, and foaming rushes that had brought them down to the tranquil exit? And who can guess through what channels of disturbance, and experiences of sorrow, the heart passed that has emptied into this Dead Sea of books?
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Dream
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The newspaper is a greater treasure to the people than uncounted millions of gold.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: People
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Life is full of amusement to an amusing man.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Life
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Public sentiment is to public officers what water is to the wheel of the mill.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Water
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There is no right more universal and more sacred, because lying so near the root of existence, than the right of men to their own labor.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Lying
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It is part and parcel of every man's life to develop beauty in himself. All perfect things have in them an element of beauty.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Men
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As the imagination is set to look into the invisible and immaterial, it seems to attract something of their vitality; and though it can give nothing to the body to redeem it from years, it can give to the soul that freshness of youth in old age which is even more beautiful than youth in the young.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Beautiful
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We rejoice in God since he has taught us that every thing which is true in us, is but a faint expression of what is in him. And thus all our joys become to us the echo of higher joys, and our very life is as a dream of that nobler life, to which we shall awaken when we die.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: God
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The mischiefs of anarchy have been equaled by the mischiefs of government.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Government
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Heaven answers with us the same purpose that the tuning-fork does with musicians. Our affections, the whole orchestra of them, are apt to get below the concert-pitch; and we take heaven to tune our hearts by.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Heart
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Amid the discords of this life, it is blessed to think of heaven, where God draws after him an everlasting train of music; for all thoughts are harmonious and all feelings vocal, and so there is round about his feet eternal melody.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Blessed
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Yea, though the breath of disappointment should chill the sanguine heart, Speedily gloweth it again, warmed by the live embers of hope.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Hope
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All our other faculties seem to have the brown touch of earth upon them, but the imagination carries the very livery of heaven, and is God's self in the soul.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Self
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That which men suppose the imagination to be, and to do, is often frivolous enough and mischievous enough; but that which God meant it to be in the mental economy is not merely noble, but supereminent. It is the distinguishing element in all refinement. It is the secret and marrow of civilization. It is the very eye of faith. The soul without imagination is what an observatory would be without a telescope.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Eye
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Where human life needs most sympathy, where usually it is the most barren, there it is that Christ is more likely to be found than anywhere else.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Jesus
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If Christ is not divine, every impulse of the Christian world falls to a lower octave, and light and love and hope decline.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Christian
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If we are like Christ, we shall seek, not to absorb, but to reflect the light which falls upon others, and thus we shall become pure and spotless.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Fall
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Love is the wine of existence. When you have taken that, you have taken the most precious drop that there is in the cluster.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Love
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Little lies are very dangerous, because there are so many of them, and because each one of them scours upon the character as diamond-pointed.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Lying
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Each book has a secret history of ways and means.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Book
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Money in the hands of one or two men is like a dungheap in a barnyard. So long as it lies in a mass, it does no good; but, if it is only spread out evenly on the land, everything will grow.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Money
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The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Example
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Death is the Christian's vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Death
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Find out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Temptation
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Collection: Time