Henry Ward Beecher Soul Quotations

There is no faculty of the human soul so persistent and universal as that of hatred.

The soul is often hungrier than the body and no shop can sell it food.

Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into

Reason is a permanent blessing of God to the soul. Without it there can be no large religion.

The sphere that is deepest, most unexplored, and most unfathomable, the wonder and glory of God's thought and hand, is our own soul!

By religion I mean perfected manhood,--the quickening of the soul by the influence of the Divine Spirit.

Refinement is the lifting of one's self upwards from the merely sensual; the effort of the soul to etherealize the common wants and uses of life.

The rarest feeling that ever lights a human face is the contentment of a loving soul.

Repentance is the turning of the soul from the way of midnight to the point of the coming sun.

There is nothing that is so wonderfully created as the human soul. There is something of God in it. We are infinite in the future, though we are finite in the past.

The soul is a temple; and God is silently building it by night and by day. Precious thoughts are building it; disinterested love is building it; all-penetrating faith is building it.

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.

Now, men think, with regard to their conduct, that, if they were to lift themselves up gigantically and commit some crashing sin, they should never be able to hold up their heads; but they will harbor in their souls little sins, which are piercing and eating them away to inevitable ruin.

God planted fear in the soul as truly as he planted hope and courage. It is a kind of bell or gong, which rings the mind into quick life and avoidance on the approach of danger. It is the soul's signal for rallying.

Liberty is the soul's right to breathe.

A library is but the soul's burying ground. It is a land of shadows.

When the old creeds are threadbare, and worn through, And all too narrow for the broadening soul, Give me the fine, firm texture of the new, Fair, beautiful and whole!

Indeed, unless a man can link his written thoughts with the everlasting wants of men, so that they shall draw more from them as wells, there is no more immortality to the thoughts and feelings of the soul than to the muscles and bones.

What could make me love my fellow Christian better than to see that God loves us all as we were all one soul?

God plants no yearning in the human soul that he does not intend to satisfy.

Fear is the soul's signal for rallying.

The continuance and frequent fits of anger produce in the soul a propensity to be angry; which oftentimes ends in choler, bitterness, and moronity, when the mid becomes ulcerated, peevish, and querulous, and is wounded by the least occurrence.

Liberty is the soul's right to breathe and, when it cannot take a long breath, laws are girdled too tight.

Books are the windows through which the soul looks out.

The human soul is God's treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.

When God thought of mother, He must have laughed with satisfaction, and framed it quickly - so rich, so deep, so divine, so full of soul, power, and beauty, was the conception.