But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and >>
This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided >>
The true meaning of religion is thus, not simply morality, but moralit >>
When suave politeness, tempering bigot zeal, corrected I believe to On >>
There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for >>
As men's prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a dise >>
Light half-believers of our casual creeds, who never deeply felt, nor clearly will d, whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds, whose vague resolves never have been fulfilled.