No piled-up wealth, no social station, no throne, reaches as high as that spiritual plane upon which every human being stands by… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
We only attain the true idea of marriage when we consider it as a spiritual union--a union of immortal affections, of undying… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
In the matter of faith, we have the added weight of hope to that of reason in the convictions which we sustain… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
The city reveals the moral ends of being, and sets the awful problem of life. The country soothes us, refreshes us, lifts… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Our life is what we make it. An insignificant game or a noble trial; a dream or a reality; a play of… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
All natural results are spontaneous. The diamond sparkles without effort, and the flowers open impulsively beneath the summer rain. And true religion… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
It is because we underrate thought, because we do not see what a great element it is in religious life, that there… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
It is exceedingly deleterious to withdraw the sanction of religion from amusement. If we feel that it is all injurious we should… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
O, how much those men are to be valued who, in the spirit with which the widow gave up her two mites,… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
The true Church is not an institution to be kept apart from the world because the world "is common and unclean," but… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Even yet Christ Jesus has to lie out in waste places very often, because there is no room for him in the… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
The minister should preach as if he felt that although the congregation own the church, and have bought the pews, they have… — 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
