Edwin Hubbell Chapin Quotes

Christianity has made martyrdom sublime, and sorrow triumphant.

Fashion is the science of appearances, and it inspires one with the desire to seem rather than to be.

There is no tariff so injurious as that with which sectarian bigotry guards its commodities. It dwarfs the soul by shutting out truths from other continents of thought, and checks the circulation of its own.

Goodness consists not in the outward things we do, but in the inward thing we are. To be is the great thing.

An aged Christian, with the snow of time on his head, may remind us that those points of earth are whitest that are nearest heaven.

Pride is the master-sin of the devil; and the devil is the father of lies.

There is no happiness in life, there is no misery, like that growing out of the dispositions which consecrate or desecrate a Home.

At the bottom of a good deal of the bravery that appears in the world there lurks a miserable cowardice. Men will face powder and steel because they cannot face public opinion.

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.

I know a good many people, I think, who are bigots, and who know they are bigots, and are sorry for it, but they dare not be anything else.

Consider, then, and act upon the true ends of existence. This world which stretches out before you, is but the vestibule of an immortal life. These deeds that are taking place around you, touch upon chords that extend by a thousand connections, visible and invisible, and vibrate in eternity.

Each man … finds life to be a discipline. Each has his separate form of discipline; but it bears upon the kindred spirit that is in every one of us, and strikes upon motives, sympathies, faculties, that run through the common humanity. Surely, you will not calculate any essential difference from mere appearances; for the light laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over brackish depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace. You know that the bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches, and how many blithe hearts dance under coarse wool.

Most men are less afraid of ghosts than of facts; but out of the truth of things — truth of character and vision — grows true life.

Through all God's works there runs a beautiful harmony. The remotest truth in his universe is linked to that which lies nearest the throne.

Objects close to the eye shut out much larger objects on the horizon; and splendors born only of the earth eclipse the stars. So a man sometimes covers up the entire disk of eternity with a dollar, and quenches transcendent glories with a little shining dust.