Quotes About Religion

Part of all worship is abuse. That's what I've learned. Those who love God the most also fear God the most too. 'God-fearing,' right?

Are you a religious man, Win?" "No," I tell him. "May I ask what you believe?" I tell him the same thing I tell any religious worshipper—be they Christian, Jew, Muslim, Hindu: "All religions are superstitious nonsense, except, of course, yours.

Gods can do anything. They fear nothing: they are gods. There is one rule, one Seal of Solomon that can confound a god, and to which all gods pay service, to the letter: when belief in a god dies, the god dies.

Er wusste in der Tat Besseres mit seiner Zeit anzufangen, als zu beten. Gebete machten die ganze Sache nur noch komplizierter. Und sie verärgerten die Götter.

Karl Marx is irrelevant to many millions of them because, in America, religion is the poetry of the people and not their opiate.

Urging the need for community upon American religionists is a vain enterprise; the experiential encounter with Jesus or God is too overwhelming for memories of community to abide, and the believer returns from the abyss of ecstasy with the self enhanced and otherness devalued.

There are indeed millions of Christians in the United States, but most Americans who think that they are Christians truly are something else, intensely religious but devout in the American Religion, a faith that is old among us, and that comes in many guises and disguises, and that overdetermines much of our national life.

No , no I'm not an atheist . it's no fun being an atheist .

Calling a work of sufficient literary power either religious or secular is a political decision, not an aesthetic one.

Dante subsumed everything, and so, in a sense, secularized nothing.

American Religionists, when I questioned them, frequently said that falling in love was affirming again Christ's love for each of them.

Emerson, a shrewder prophet [than Freud], could have told Freud that psychoanalysis was another form of the triumph of literary culture over science, as well as over religion and philosophy.

Yet as readers, writers, and teachers, our authentic context is the myriad countrymen and -women who live in a daily reality that is mostly not at all our own. Socioeconomic reductions of their stance help only in a limited way. Karl Marx is irrelevant to many millions of them because, in America, religion is the poetry of the people and not their opiate.

Religion in its fanatic state may be a passion devoid of morality that will take any means to an end.

I have observed that religion is not restraining in a moral see. Religion is not the same as ethics. Religion in its fanatic state may be a passion devoid of morality that will take any means to an end.

Religion is not the same as ethics. Religion in its fanatic state may be a passion devoid of morality that will take any means to an end.

Thing is, foot-washers think women are a sin in definition.

Herbert Jemson was Methodist of the whole cloth: he was notoriously short on theology and a mile long on good works.

Miss Maudie settled her bridgework. "You know old Mr. Radley was a foot-washing Baptist—" "That's what you are, ain't it?" "My shell's not that hard, child. I'm just a Baptist." "Don't you all believe in foot-washing?" "We do. At home in the bathtub." "But we can't have communion with you all—

You deny them hope... You are telling them that Jesus loves them, but not much.

Apparently deciding what it was easier to define primitive baptistry than closed communion, Miss Maudie said: 'Foot-washers believe anything that's pleasure is a sin. Did you know some of 'em came out of the woods one Saturday and passed by this place and told me me and my flowers were going to hell?' 'Your flowers, too?' 'Yes ma'am, They'd burn right with me. They thought I spent too much time in God's outdoors and not enough time inside the house reading the Bible.

Would You Speak to Jesus If You Met Him on the Street? Reverend Moorehead doubted that you could even if you wanted to, because Jesus probably spoke Aramaic.)

I was crude, but I didn't cuss her." When Jean Louise and her brother were children, Atticus had occasionally drawn them a sharp distinction between mere scatology and blasphemy. The one he could abide; he hated dragging God into it.

sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle