Henry Ward Beecher Life Quotations

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

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.

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

Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

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 man that does not know how to be angry does not know how to be good.

The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.

God asks no man whether he will accept life. That is not the choice. You must take it. The only choice is how.

Expedients are for the hour, but principles are for the ages.

Of all escape mechanisms, death is the most efficient.

Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in our own sunshine

Any law that takes hold of a man's daily life cannot prevail in a community, unless the vast majority of the community are actively in favor of it. The laws that are the most operative are the laws which protect life.

All higher motives, ideals, conceptions, sentiments in a man are of no account if they do not come forward to strengthen him for the better discharge of the duties which devolve upon him in the ordinary affairs of life.

Our life is but a new form of the way men have lived from the beginning.

There is no man that lives who does not need to be drilled, disciplined, and developed into something higher and nobler and better than he is by nature. Life is one prolonged birth.

Our life is in the loom; it rolls up and is hidden as fast as it is woven. It is to be taken out of the loom only when we leave this world; then only shall we see the pattern.

Life is a plant that grows out of death.

In the sacred precinct of that dwelling where the despotic woman wields the sceptre of fierce neatness, one treads as if he carried his life in his hands.

Business men are to be pitied who do not recognize the fact that the largest side of their secular business is benevolence. ... No man ever manages a legitimate business in this life without doing indirectly far more for other men than he is trying to do for himself.

Christ is risen! There is life, therefore, after death! His resurrection is the symbol and pledge of universal resurrection!

It is the very wantonness of folly for a man to search out the frets and burdens of his calling and give his mind every day to a consideration of them. They belong to human life. They are inevitable. Brooding only gives them strength.

A conservative young man has wound up his life before it was unreeled. We expect old men to be conservative but when a nation's young men are so, its funeral bell is already rung.

The deeper men go into life, the deeper is their conviction that this life is not all. It is an unfinished symphony. A day may round out an insect's life, and a bird or a beast needs no tomorrow. Not so with him who knows that he is related to God and has felt the power of an endless life.

Life is full of amusement to an amusing man.