Quotes Henry Ward Beecher - page 7
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The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
We may cover a multitude of sins with the white robe of charity.
There are multitudes of persons whose idea of liberty is the right to do what they please, instead of the right of doing that which is lawful and best.
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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!
The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
A book is a garden; A book is an orchard; A book is a storehouse; A book is a party. It is company by the way; it is a counselor; it is a multitude of counselors.
See to it that each hour's feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive.
Thinking cannot be clear until it has had expression-we must write, or speak, or act our thoughts, or they will remain in half torpid form. Our feelings must have expression, or they will be as clouds, which, till they descend in rain, will never bring up fruit or flowers. So it is with all the inward feelings; expression gives them development-thought is the blossom; language is the opening bud; action the fruit behind it.
If a man has come to that point where he is no content that he says; I do not want to know any more, or do any more or be any more, he is in a state in which he ought to be changed into a mummy.
In friendship your heart is like a bell struck every time your friend is in trouble.
Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right using of strength.
Gratitude is the fairest blossom that springs from the soul.
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
