It is not death to have the body called back to the earth, and dissolved into its kindred elements, and mouldered to dust, and, it may be, turn to daisies, in the grave. But it is death to have the soul paralyzed, its inner life quenched, its faculties dissipated; that is death.
Edwin Hubbel ChapinEach thing lives according to its kind; the heart by love, the intellect by truth, the higher nature of man by intimate communion with God.
Edwin Hubbel ChapinWhatever touches the nerves of motive, whatever shifts man's moral position, is mightier than steam, or calorie, or lightening.
Edwin Hubbel Chapin