Pure felicity is reserved for the heavenly life; it grows not in an earthly soil.
Edwin Hubbel ChapinThe golden age is not in the past, but in the future; not in the origin of human experience, but in its consummate flower; not opening in Eden, but out from Gethsemane.
Edwin Hubbel ChapinThe city reveals the moral ends of being, and sets the awful problem of life. The country soothes us, refreshes us, lifts us up with religious suggestion.
Edwin Hubbel Chapin