28 ordspråk av Edwin Hubbel Chapin
Edwin Hubbel Chapin
Pride is the master sin of the devil, and the devil is the father of lies
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Profaneness is a brutal vice. He who indulges in it is no gentleman.
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Skepticism has never founded empires, established principals, or changed the world's heart. The great doers in history have always been people of faith.
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The best men are not those who have waited for chances but who have taken them; besieged the chance; conquered the chance; and made chance the servitor.
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The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool
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The brightest crowns that are worn in heaven have been tried, and smelted, and polished, and glorified through the furnace of tribulation
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The creed of a true saint is to make the best of life, and to make the most of it.
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The downright fanatic is nearer to the heart of things than the cool and slippery disputant
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The essence of justice is mercy.
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This is the essential evil of vice, that it debases man
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Through every rift of discovery some seeming anomaly drops out of the darkness, and falls, as a golden link into the great chain of order.
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Tribulation will not hurt you, unless it does - what alas! It too often does - unless it hardens you and makes you sour and narrow and skeptical
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Whatever touches the nerves of motive, whatever shifts man's moral position, is mightier than steam, or calorie, or lightening.
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