Faith, Spirituality and Religion

If the triangles were to make a God they would give him three sides.

Man is quite insane. He wouldn’t know how to create a maggot, and he creates gods by the dozen.

What does he [God] then but reveal Himself to his servants, and as his manner is, first to his Englishmen?

Just are the ways of God,

O fairest of creation, last and best

What if earth

Hear all ye angels, progeny of light,

But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with thee

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth

He for God only, she for God in him.

What in me is dark

Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves.

Let us with a gladsome mind

I will call no being good, who is not what I mean when I apply that epithet to my fellow-creatures; and if such a being can sentence me to hell for not so calling him, to hell I will go.

Religion is … the opium of the people.

I count religion but a childish toy,

The holiest of all holidays are those

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls

Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bond-man’s two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said, ‘The judgements of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.’

God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.

For frantic boast and foolish word—

I just want to do God’s will. And he’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over, and I’ve seen the promised land … So I’m happy tonight. I’m not worried about anything. I’m not fearing any man.

All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.

Still raise for good the supplicating voice,