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Quotes from beecher henry ward x

When a man's pride is thoroughly subdued, it is like the sides of Mount Etna. It was terrible while the eruption lasted and the lava flowed; but when that is past, and the lava is turned into soil, it grows vineyards and olive trees up to the very top.
~ beecher henry ward x
Sin is sweet in the mouth and bitter in digestion. It lies hard on the stomach.
~ beecher henry ward x
God washes the eyes by tears until they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more.
~ beecher henry ward x
God does not refuse to make himself known to man. He only will not do it by the symbolism of matter. He comes to us at once by the most natural course. We are in a transient state; our bodies are accidental, and God comes to us by that which is higher and truer--the intuitions of the soul.
~ beecher henry ward x
It is not the going out of port, but the coming in, that determines the success of a voyage.
~ beecher henry ward x
The poor man with industry is happier than the rich man in idleness.
~ beecher henry ward x
He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
~ beecher henry ward x
That man is a Christian whose soul has learned to love; and he who has not learned to love, does not know the alphabet of Christianity.
~ beecher henry ward x
A man that does nothing but watch evil, never will overcome it.
~ beecher henry ward x
Fear secretes acids.
~ beecher henry ward x
What if the leaves were to fall a-weeping, and say, "It will be so painful for us to be pulled from our stalks, when autumn comes?" Foolish fear! Summer goes, and autumn succeeds. The glory of death is upon the leaves; and the gentlest breeze that blows takes them softly and silently from the bough, and they float slowly down, like fiery sparks, upon the moss.
~ beecher henry ward x
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.
~ beecher henry ward x
The beginning is the promise of the end.
~ beecher henry ward x
Well-married, a man is winged--ill-matched, he is shackled.
~ beecher henry ward x
One might as well attempt to calculate mathematically the contingent forms of the tinkling bits of glass in a kaleidoscope as to look through the tube of the future and foretell its pattern.
~ beecher henry ward x