For soon, very soon do men forget Their friends upon whom Death's seal is set. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Influence is exerted by every human being from the hour of birth to that of death. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Death makes a beautiful appeal to charity. When we look upon the dead form, so composed and still, the kindness and the… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Death, is not an end, but a transition crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration--the secret alembics of… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Setting is preliminary to brighter rising; decay is a process of advancement; death is the condition of higher and more fruitful life. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Death is a great revealer of what is in a man, and in its solemn shadow appear the naked lineaments of the… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
It is not death to have the body called back to the earth, and dissolved into its kindred elements, and mouldered to… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
The child's grief throbs against the round of its little heart as heavily as the man's sorrow, and the one finds as… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
We must die alone. To the very verge of the stream our friends may accompany us; they may bend over us, they… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
There is a sweet anguish springing up in our bosoms when a child's face brightens under the shadow of the waiting angel.… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
A life of mere pleasure! A little while, in the spring-time of the senses, in the sunshine of prosperity, in the jubilee… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
In the history of man it has been very generally the case that when evils have grown insufferable they have touched the point of… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
Life, whether in this world or any other, is the sum of our attainment, our experience, our character. The conditions are secondary. In what… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
No man knows the genuineness of his convictions until he has sacrificed something for them. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
Our life is what we make it. An insignificant game or a noble trial; a dream or a reality; a play of the senses… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
Setting is preliminary to brighter rising; decay is a process of advancement; death is the condition of higher and more fruitful life. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
There is but a slight difference between the man who may be said to know nothing and him who thinks he knows everything. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
Can you conceive of anything that so represents the glory, and truth, and marvelousness of God's nature as the idea of peace? — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
The gospel has but a forced alliance with war. Its doctrine of human brotherhood would ring strangely between the opposed ranks. The bellowing speech… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
It is not enjoined upon us to forget, but we are told to forgive, our enemies. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
Think for a moment of the great agents and engines of our civilization, and then think what shadowy ideas they all once were. The… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
There is a sweet anguish springing up in our bosoms when a child's face brightens under the shadow of the waiting angel. There is… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share
