In the isolation of his clear, cold intellect, the sceptic abides in a glacial and spectral universe. No glow from the affections lights up the frost and shadow of the grave. He feels no prophecy in the thrill of the human heart-in the incompleteness of nature. He believes merely in things tangible, and sees only in the daytime. He will not confess the authenticity of that paler light of faith which was meant to shine when the sunshine of reason falls short, and the firmament of mystery is over our heads.
Edwin Hubbel ChapinHow often a new affection makes a new man! The sordid, cowering soul turns heroic. The frivolous girl becomes the steadfast martyr of patience and ministration, transfigured by deathless love. The career of bounding impulses turns into an anthem of sacred deeds.
Edwin Hubbel ChapinIt is because we underrate thought, because we do not see what a great element it is in religious life, that there is so little of practical and consistent religion among us.
Edwin Hubbel ChapinIt is as bad to clip conscience as to clip coin; it is as bad to give a counterfeit statement as a counterfeit bill.
Edwin Hubbel Chapin