| Author |
Quotes |
| Augustine Birrell | It is the Mass the matters. |
| Bishop Reginald Heber | What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. |
| Desiderius Gerhard Erasmus | I don't like your way of conditioning and contracting with the saints. Do this and I'll do that! Here's one for t'other. Save me and I'll give you a taper or go on a pilgrimage. |
| Edward Moore | So shall they build me altars in their zeal, Where knaves shall minister, and fools shall kneel: Where faith may mutter o'er her mystic spell, Written in blood--and Bigotry may swell The sail he spreads for Heav'n with blasts from hell! |
| Michael Eyquen de Montaigne | Every one's true worship was that which he found in use in the place where he chanced to be. |
| Mrs Felicia D Hemans | Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found,- Freedom to worship God. |
| Theodore Parker | Yet, if he would, man cannot live all to this world. If not religious, he will be superstitious. IF he worship not the true God, he will have his idols. |
| John Milton | Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not. |
| John Milton | How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator? |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation than the loss of worship. |
| Robert Burton | Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place. |
| Robert Burns | He wakes a portion with judicious care, And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air. |
| Thomas Carlyle | Man always worships something, always he sees the Infinite shadowed forth in something finite, and indeed can and must so see it in any finite thing, once tempt him well to fix his eyes thereon. |
| Thomas Moore | Together kneeling, night and day, Thou, for my sake, at Allah's shrine, And I,at any God's for thine. |
| William Shakespeare | Stoop, boys. This gate Instructs you how t' adore the heavens and bows you To a morning's holy office. |
| William Shakespeare | Intend some fear, Be not you spoke with but by mighty suit, And look you get a prayer book in your hand And stand between two churchmen, good my lord, For on that ground I'll make a holy descant, And be not easily won to our requests. |
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