No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Truth is the root, but human sympathy is the flower of practical life. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
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 Image
Certainly, truth should be strenuous and bold; but the strongest things are not always the noisiest, as any one may see who… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Each thing lives according to its kind; the heart by love, the intellect by truth, the higher nature of man by intimate… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth - the true poet is very near the oracle. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Truth is new, as well as old. It has new forms; and where you may find a new statement, an earnest statement,… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Into what boundless life, does education admit us. Every truth gained through it expands a moment of time into illimitable being--positively enlarges… — 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
Glorify a lie, legalize a lie, arm and equip a lie, consecrate a lie with solemn forms and awful penalties, and after… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
It is the penalty of fame that a man must ever keep rising. "Get a reputation, and then go to bed," is… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Honor to the idealists, whether philosophers or poets. They have improved us by mingling with our daily pursuits great and transcendent conceptions.… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
The excellence and inspiration of truth is in the pursuit, not in the mere having of it. The pursuit of all truth… — 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
