Edward Everett Hale
Edward Everett Hale was an American novelist, theologian, and Christian minister who worked across fiction and religious life during the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.
Born in Boston on April 3, 1822, Hale received his education at Boston Latin School before continuing his studies at Harvard College and Harvard University, and later at Harvard Divinity School. This sustained engagement with institutions of learning in and around Boston shaped the intellectual and religious contours of a long career. He wrote in English throughout his life, producing work that ranged across theological reflection and imaginative fiction.
Among his notable works is Margaret Percival in America, a title that reflects his sustained interest in American life as both a subject and a moral frame. In addition to his career as a novelist and minister, Hale was recognized as a science fiction writer, a classification that marks him as an early practitioner of a genre that would not fully cohere until after his lifetime. This range — from the pulpit to speculative narrative — gives his body of work an unusually broad character for a writer of his era. He was elected a Fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, and he received an Honorary Membership from the American Library Association, two distinctions that signal the regard in which he was held by contemporaries across both scholarly and literary communities.
Hale died on June 10, 1909, in Roxbury, having lived eighty-seven years. He worked across the registers of theology, prose fiction, and speculative writing in a period when those categories were not always understood as separate pursuits. His career as a Christian minister ran alongside, rather than apart from, his identity as a novelist and science fiction writer, and it is this combination of vocations — religious, literary, and imaginative — that most consistently characterizes the record he left behind.
Quotes by Edward Everett Hale

Gentlemen and ladies are sure of their ground. They pretend to nothing that they are not.

The Resurrection miracle is nothing to you and me if it is only an event of eighteen centuries bygone. Unless we can live the immortal life - unless we can receive God to his own home in these hearts of ours - the texts are nothing to us unless these daily lives illustrate them.

How indifferent are men to this carpenter or that fisherman, who has no word to speak of adventure or of wealth, but has only the word of God to proclaim, and has no credentials but that he comes in the name of the Lord.

It seems as if, for every dragon head that is lopped off, two more terrible appear. Seems so. But in truth, Life is gaining all the while. Brute force, such power as there seems to be in things, cannot stand against ideas which are eternal.

You may take this as a general and central principle in criticism: that all science, literature or song, which recognizes conscious life as the ruling principle of the universe, is Christian.

You need the living, loving heart of living, loving men and women to quicken other hearts, which can live too and love too, and, in their turn, will quicken others which are dying now.

Let a man live with God, not afraid to talk with him. Let him study God's plans and methods, as one of Michelangelo's pupils might study his.

Thrones, dominations, principalities know now with a terrible certainty that mere force of arms has no power which compares with that living word of the crucified Nazarene, that bears with it Eternal Life, and directs the duty of a world of men whom he can lead, but who bend no knee to power.

Wrong fails because it is wrong. The wrongs, the untruths, are inconsistent with each other. They clash against each other and confute each other. They neutralize each other and are lost.

Do well what you do. And do it conscious that you ought to be leaders among men.