Edwin Hubbel Chapin Quotes

Death is the condition of higher and more fruitful life.

The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.

There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.

when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.

Setting is preliminary to brighter rising; decay is a process of advancement; death is the condition of higher and more fruitful life.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

When one's dead, one's dead... This squirrel will become earth all in his time. And still later on, there'll grow new trees from him, with new squirrels skipping about in them. Do you think that's so very sad?

Things die. But they don't always stay dead. Believe me, I know.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

Death is the gate of life.

All death in nature is birth, and at the moment of death appears visibly the rising of life. There is no dying principle in nature, for nature throughout is unmixed life, which, concealed behind the old, begins again and develops itself. Death as well as birth is simply in itself, in order to present itself ever more brightly and more like to itself.

Death is an antidote for this life, and it makes another more stable form of life which is insoluble in everything.

Death in various forms is sometimes comforting, while resurrection and new life can be demanding and threatening. If I lived as if resurrection were real, and allowed myself to die for the sake of a new life, what might I be called upon to do?

The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.

He not busy being born is busy dying.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

In nature, there is less death and destruction than death and transmutation.

Die and born again, die and born again. It's the story of my life.

I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.

Death swallows death.

There is no Death,/What seems so is transition.

I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?

We are ever dying to one world and being born into another.