Edwin Hubbell Chapin Quotes

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

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.

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.

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

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.

Life is a . We are thrown into it, and tried. The actual weight and value of a man are expressed in the spiritual substance of the man. All else is .

[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.

[N]ever does the human soul appear so strong as when it foregoes revenge and dares to forgive an injury.

[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!

Poetry is the utterance of truth — deep, heartfelt truth. The true poet is very near the oracle.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seamed with scars; martyrs have put on their coronation-robes glittering with fire; and through their tears have the sorrowful first seen the gate of heaven.

[U]nder the shadow of earthly disappointment, all unconsciously to ourselves, our Divine Redeemer is walking by our side.

Gaiety is often the reckless ripple over depths of despair.

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.