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Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Henry Ward Beecher
I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
Henry Ward Beecher
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To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
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To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
Henry Ward Beecher
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A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.
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A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.
Henry Ward Beecher
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I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note – torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.
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I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note – torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.
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In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.
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In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
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Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either.
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Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody expects of you. Never excuse yourself.
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Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody expects of you. Never excuse yourself.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
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The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
Henry Ward Beecher
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The babe at first feeds upon the mother’s bosom, but it is always on her heart.
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The babe at first feeds upon the mother’s bosom, but it is always on her heart.
Henry Ward Beecher
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I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
Henry Ward Beecher
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