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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The worst thing in this world, next to anarchy, is government.
Theology is a science of mind applied to God.
The world's battlefields have been in the heart chiefly more heroism has been displayed in the household and the closet, than on the most memorable battlefields in history.
A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.
God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness.
Every charitable act is a stepping stone toward heaven.
We are always on the anvil by trials God is shaping us for higher things.
The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.
Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
A book is good company. It is full of conversation without loquacity. It comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never.
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The good is the beautiful.
I like to try to do a little work before I do anything in the morning, even if it's a paragraph.
Poetry is a freedom of choice and economy of voice.
I say quite deliberately that the Christian religion, as organized in its Churches, has been and still is the principal enemy of moral progress in the world.
I think there are opportunities for women in comedies - how zany is up to them.
The outcome of the war is in our hands the outcome of words is in the council.
I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel.
Necessity never made a good bargain.
If indeed there's life after death, I sure will still be a poet.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
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