Quotes from beecher henry ward xvii

That which distinguishes man from the brute is his power, in dealing with Nature, to milk her laws, and make them give forth their bounty.

Nothing goes far which has not the wings of love to make it buoyant, so that it can fly.

Grace is only nature blossomed out; nature won and warmed into its true growth.

Faith is the realization of an invisible truth.

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul and paints his own nature into his pictures.

Christians ought not to slander God by looking as if they were at an everlasting funeral.

Boys have a period of mischief as much as they have measles or chicken-pox.

Birds finish the nest with their own breast, so it is the bosom that makes the home, and not the bill or the claw.

We rejoice in God since he has taught us that every thing which is true in us, is but a faint expression of what is in him. And thus all our joys become to us the echo of higher joys, and our very life is as a dream of that nobler life, to which we shall awaken when we die.

The two poorest men in the world are buckled together at the opposite sides of the circle. The man who has so much money that he does not know what to do with it and the man who has no money at all touch each other, as you will find; and one is about as poor as the other.

The path of the sinner back to God is brighter and brighter all the way up to the smile of the face and the touch of the hand; and that is salvation.

It is necessary, if one would read aright, that he should read at least two newspapers, representing both sides of important subjects.

Every well-doer on the face of the earth is my blood relation through Jesus Christ.

Every time your enemy fires a curse, you must fire a blessing, and so you are to bombard back and forth with this kind of artillery. The mother grace of all the graces is Christian good-will.

Every city should make the common school so rich, so large, so ample, so beautiful in its endowments, and so fruitful in its results, that a private school will not be able to live under the drip of it.

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.

A lie always needs a truth for a handle to it. The worst lies are those whose blade is false, but whose handle is true.