No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers,… — 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
God's beneficence streams out from the morning sun, and his love looks down upon us from the starry eyes of midnight. It… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
How often a new affection makes a new man! The sordid, cowering soul turns heroic. The frivolous girl becomes the steadfast martyr… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Temptation cannot exist without the concurrence of inclination and opportunity. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
A thousand wheels of labor are turned by dear affections, and kept in motion by self-sacrificing endurance; and the crowds that pour… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
All evil, in fact the very existence of evil, is inexplicable until we refer to the paternity of God. It hangs a… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
The wild bird that flies so lone and far has somewhere its nest and brood. A little fluttering heart of love impels… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
It is a great thing, when our Gethsemane hours come, when the cup of bitterness is pressed to our lips ... to… — 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
In the isolation of his clear, cold intellect, the sceptic abides in a glacial and spectral universe. No glow from the affections… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
The worst effect of sin is within and is manifest not in poverty, and pain, and bodily defacement, but in the discrowned… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother's love. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
A man's love for his native land lies deeper than any logical expression, among those pulses of the heart which vibrate to… — 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
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 Image
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 Image
No man knows the genuineness of his convictions until he has sacrificed something for them. — 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 the senses… — 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
Life itself suggests a higher good than life itself can yield. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool. — 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
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 Image
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 Image
