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I don't like these cold, precise, perfect people, who, in order not to speak wrong, never speak at all, and in order not to do wrong, never do anything.
Henry Ward Beecher
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This world is not a platform where you will hear Thalberg-piano-playing. It is a piano manufactory, where are dust and shavings and boards, and saws and files and rasps and sandpapers. The perfect instrument and the music will be hereafter.
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The way to avoid evil is not by maiming our passions, but by compelling them to yield their vigor to our moral nature.
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You have seen a ship out on the bay, swinging with the tide, and seeming as if it would follow it and yet it cannot, for down beneath the water it is anchored. So many a soul sways toward heaven, but cannot ascend thither, because it is anchored to some secret sin.
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Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.
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Rich men are to bear the infirmities of the poor. Wise men are to bear the mistakes of the ignorant. Strong men are to bear with the feeble. Cultured people are to bear with the rude and vulgar. If a rough and coarse man meets an ecstatically fine man, the man that is highest up is to be the servant of the man that is lowest down.
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A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a mentor, a teacher, a guidepost, a counsellor.
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We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
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There is no such thing as white lies a lie is as black as a coalpit, and twice as foul.
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In the ordinary business of life, industry can do anything which genius can do, and very many things which it cannot.
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Of all man's works of art, a cathedral is greatest. A vast and majestic tree is greater than that.
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Badgered, snubbed and scolded on the one hand petted, flattered and indulged on the other-it is astonishing how many children work their way up to an honest manhood in spite of parents and friends. Human nature has an element of great toughness in it.
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Age and youth look upon life from the opposite ends of the telescope it is exceedingly long,--it is exceedingly short.
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Every man should use his intellect, not as he uses his lamp in the study, only for his own seeing, but as the lighthouse uses its lamps, that those afar off on the seas may see the shining, and learn their way.
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Nothing marks the change from the city to the country so much as the absence of grinding noises. The country is never silent. But its sounds are separate, distinct, and as it were, articulate.
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Genius is a steed too fiery for the plow or the cart.
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Human life is God's outer church. Its needs and urgencies are priests and pastors.
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Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
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Today is a goblet day. The whole heavens have been mingled with exquisite skill to a delicious flavor, and the crystal cup put to every lip. Breathing is like ethereal drinking. It is a luxury simply to exist.
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