HENRY WARD BEECHER QUOTES XVII

American clergyman (1813-1887)

Love, in this world, is like a seed taken from the tropics, and planted where the winter comes too soon; and it cannot spread itself in flower-clusters and wide-twining vines, so that the whole air is filled with the perfume thereof. But there is to be another summer for it yet. Care for the root now, and God will care for the top by and by.

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Men utter a vast amount of slander against their physical nature, and attempt to repair deficient virtue by maiming their animal passions. These are to be trained, guided, restrained, but never crucified or exterminated, for they are the soil in which we were planted.

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A rule is like a mold; you pour in the wax, and when it is pressed, it comes out, and the mold is left behind.

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In the family, happiness is in the ratio in which each is serving the others, seeking one another's good, and bearing one another's burdens.

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Christians should be like a flower store: the odor of sanctity should betray them wherever they are.

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A man in old age is like a sword in a shop window. Men that look upon the perfect blade do not imagine the process by which it was completed.

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The Church is not a gallery for the better exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.

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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.

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Blessed are the happiness-makers! Blessed are they that take away attritions, that remove friction, that make the courses of life smooth, and the intercourse of men gentle!

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It is the sum of the million little unconscious dispositions that go to make life joyful or painful.

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A man whose religion is dominated by overhanging gloom or fear misrepresents religion as much as a cloudy day would misrepresent a sunshiny day, or as much as January would misrepresent June.

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We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.

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If one could wallow amid filth for half a life and then wash himself clean in a day, then sin would be no worse than dirt on the hands which water can cleanse in a minute. Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.

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There ought to be such an atmosphere in every Christian church, that a man going there and sitting two hours should take the contagion of heaven, and carry home a fire to kindle the altar whence he came.

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Love is the medicine of all moral evil. By it the world is to be cured of sin.

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A babe is nothing but a bundle of possibilities.

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Men never _make_ truths; they only recognize the value of this currency of God. They find truths, as men sometimes find bills, in the street, and only recognize the value of that which other persons have drawn.

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Expedients are for the hour, but principles are for the ages.

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When a church is faithless to its duties, the real church is outside its walls, in the community.

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Life Thoughts


As the cream abandons the milk from which it took its life, and rises to the top and rides there, so men, because they are richer than those around about them, separate themselves, and all mankind below them they regard as skim milk.

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