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Henry Ward Beecher Quotes: 25

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.
Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.
Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
It is not the going out of port, but the coming in, that determines the success of a voyage.
Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown.
A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.
The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.
There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
Laughter is not a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is the best ending for one.
Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves.
It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.
We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started.
Every charitable act is a stepping stone toward heaven.
‎Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody else expects of you. Never excuse yourself. Never pity yourself. Be a hard master to yourself-and be lenient to everybody else.
All words are pegs to hang ideas on.
Adversity, if for no other reason, is of benefit, since it is sure to bring a season of sober reflection. People see clearer at such times. Storms purify the atmosphere.
Hold yourself to a higher standard than anyone else expects of you. Never excuse yourself.
Now comes the mystery! (last words)
The soul without imagination is what an observatory would be without a telescope.
Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
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.