Fingers Quote by Henry Ward Beecher

“Men are not put into this world to be everlastingly played on by the harping fingers of joy.” quote by Henry Ward Beecher — Download Open image

“Men are not put into this world to be everlastingly played on by the harping fingers of joy.”

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Miracles are like candles lit up until the sun rises, and then blown out. Therefore, I am amused when I hear sects and churches talk about having evidence of Divine authority because they have miracles. Miracles in our time are like candles in the street at midday. We do not want miracles. They are to teach men how to find…

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Laws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obey them.

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Our sweetest experiences of affection are meant to be suggestions of that realm which is the home of the heart.

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In America there is not one single element of civilization that is not made to depend, in the end, upon public opinion.

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The best lessons a man ever learns are from his mistakes. It is not for want of schoolmasters that we are still ignorant.

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I never knew an early-rising, hard-working, prudent man, careful of his earnings, and strictly honest who complained of bad luck.

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THERE are joys which long to be ours.

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People may talk about the equality of the sexes! They are not equal. The silent smile of a sensible, loving woman will vanquish ten…

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Mirthfulness is in the mind and you cannot get it out. It is just as good in its place as conscience or veneration.

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I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand. This chalice, subtly shaped by some divine intelligence to allow water to flow in and out with ease, is what I aspire to become: a vessel through which feelings can pour in and spill right out again,…

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Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you. A little girl with your hair and eyes would've been the delight of my life. But it is you that I want primarily, not mythical children. I can survive the loss of something I've never had.…

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