Influence is exerted by every human being from the hour of birth to that of death.
Edwin Hubbel ChapinIn some way the secret vice exhales its poison; and the evil passion, however cunningly masked, stains through to the surface.
Edwin Hubbel ChapinA life of mere pleasure! A little while, in the spring-time of the senses, in the sunshine of prosperity, in the jubilee of health, it may seem well enough. But how insufficient, how mean, how terrible when age comes, and sorrow, and death! A life of pleasure! What does it look like when these great changes beat against it--when the realities of eternity stream in? It looks like the fragments of a feast, when the sun shines upon the withered garlands, and the tinsel, and the overturned tables, and the dead lees of wine.
Edwin Hubbel Chapin