Quote #68
A local cult, called Christianity.
More from Thomas Hardy
- Why doth IT so and so, and ever so, This viewless, voiceless Turner of the Wheel?
- Aggressive Fancy working spells Upon a mind o'erwrought.
- What of the Immanent Will and Its designs? It works unconsciously, as heretofore, Eternal artistries in Circumstance.
- Ere systemed suns were globed and lit The slaughters of the race were writ.
- Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons!
- My argument is that War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.
- Done because we are too menny.
- The main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.