Inspirational Quotes by Edwin Hubbel Chapin

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

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

No man knows the genuineness of his convictions until he has sacrificed something for them.

— Edwin Hubbel Chapin

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

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

Life itself suggests a higher good than life itself can yield.

— Edwin Hubbel Chapin

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

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

The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool.

— Edwin Hubbel Chapin

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

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

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

It is not enjoined upon us to forget, but we are told to forgive, our enemies.

— Edwin Hubbel Chapin

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

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