Edwin Hubbel Chapin Quotes
The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool.
Through every rift of discovery some seeming anomaly drops out of the darkness, and falls, as a golden link into the great chain of order.
It is difficult to believe that a true gentleman will ever become a gamester, a libertine, or a sot.
Never does the human soul appear so strong as when it foregoes revenge, and dares to forgive an injury.
Goodness consists not in the outward things we do, but in the inward thing we are.
The universe is a vast system of exchange. Every artery of it is in motion, throbbing with reciprocity, from the planet to the rotting leaf.
Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth - the true poet is very near the oracle.
We have not the innocence of Eden; but by God's help and Christ's example we may have the victory of Gethsemane.
A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.
Tribulation will not hurt you, unless as it too often does; it hardens you and makes you sour, narrow and skeptical
There is but a slight difference between the man who may be said to know nothing and him who thinks he knows everything.
No man knows the genuineness of his convictions until he has sacrificed something for them.
Christ illustrates the purport of life as He descends from His transfiguration to toil, and goes forward to exchange that robe of heavenly brightness for the crown of thorns.
Christ saw much in this world to weep over, and much to pray over: but he saw nothing in it to look upon with contempt.
The church-bells of innumerable sects are all chime-bells to-day, ringing in sweet accordance throughout many lands, and awaking a great joy in the heart of our common humanity.
Not in achievement, but in endurance, of the human soul, does it show its divine grandeur and its alliance with the infinite.
Events are only the shells of ideas; and often it is the fluent thought of ages that is crystallized in a moment by the stroke of a pen or the point of a bayonet.
The individual and the race are always moving, and as we drift into new latitudes new lights open in the heaven more immediately over us.
No more duty can be urged upon those who are entering the great theater of life than simple loyalty to their best convictions.
The unmerciful man is most certainly an unblessed man. His sympathies are all dried up; he is afflicted with a chronic jaundice, and lives timidly and darkly in a little, narrow rat-hole of distrust.
Death, is not an end, but a transition crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration--the secret alembics of vitality.
There are daily martyrdoms occurring of more or less self-abnegation, and of which the world knows nothing.
Mercy among the virtues is like the moon among the stars ... It is the light that hovers above the judgment seat.
The deepest life of nature is silent and obscure; so often the elements that move and mould society are the results of the sister's counsel and the mother's prayer.
Skepticism has never founded empires, established principals, or changed the world's heart. The great doers in history have always been people of faith.
At the bottom of not a little of the bravery that appears in the world, there lurks a miserable cowardice. Men will face powder and steel because they have not the courage to face public opinion.
The golden age is not in the past, but in the future; not in the origin of human experience, but in its consummate flower; not opening in Eden, but out from Gethsemane.
However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith.
Certainly, truth should be strenuous and bold; but the strongest things are not always the noisiest, as any one may see who compares scolding with logic.
In some way the secret vice exhales its poison; and the evil passion, however cunningly masked, stains through to the surface.
The creed of a true saint is to make the best of life, and to make the most of it.
There have been men who could play delightful music on one string of the violin, but there never was a man who could produce the harmonies of heaven in his soul by a one-stringed virtue.
The city reveals the moral ends of being, and sets the awful problem of life. The country soothes us, refreshes us, lifts us up with religious suggestion.
Is there anything so wretched as to look at a man of fine abilities doing nothing?
The temptation is not here, where you are reading about it or praying about it. It is down in your shop, among bales and boxes, ten-penny nails, and sand-paper.
In this world the inclination to do things is of more importance than the mere power.
Under the shadow of earthly disappointment, all unconscious to ourselves, our Divine Redeemer is walking by our side.
