Faith, Spirituality and Religion

The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.

If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name at a Swiss bank.

See in what peace a Christian can die. dying words to his stepson Lord Warwick

Music, the greatest good that mortals know, And all of heaven we have below.

And, pleased th’ Almighty’s orders to

Those who say religion has nothing to do with politics do not know what religion is.

There is nothing that wastes the body like worry, and one who has faith in God should be ashamed to worry about anything whatsoever.

Non-violence is the article of faith.

Just as the body cannot exist without blood, so the soul needs the matchless and pure strength of faith.

It is easy enough to be friendly to one’s friends, but to befriend the one who regards himself as your enemy is the quintessence of true religion. The other is mere business.

I reject any religious doctrine that does not appeal to reason and is in conflict with morality.

Intolerance betrays want of faith in one’s cause.

In prayer, it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.

A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.

A religion that takes no account of practical affairs and does not help to solve them is no religion.

We’re leaving Babylon We’re going to our Father’s land.

Of all the questions you might want to ask about angels, the only one you ever hear is how many can dance on the head of a pin. No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit on earth or guiding a boy and a girl across a rickety wooden bridge.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah.

“Sun, don’t go!” I was awake at last. “No, go I must, they’re calling me.” “Who are they?” Rising he said, “Some day you’ll know. They’re calling to you too.” Darkly he rose, and then I slept.

God has pity on kindergarten children. He has less pity on school children. And on grownups he has no pity at all, he leaves them alone, and sometimes they must crawl on all fours in the burning sand to reach the first-aid station covered with blood.

If I were called in To construct a religion I should make use of water.

And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams.

Do I not deal with angels When her lips I touch.