Marco Polo had seen the inhabitants of Zipangu place rose-colored pearls in the mouths of the dead. A sea-monster had been enamoured of the pearl that the diver brought to King Perozes, and had slain the thief, and mourned for seven moons over its loss.
Just because a man has died for it, does not make it true.
Ah! ah! wherefore didst thou not look at me? If thou hadst looked at me thou hadst loved me. Well I know that thou wouldst have loved me, and the mystery of Love is greater than the mystery of Death.
Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.
I often wonder what would have happened to those in pain if, instead of Christ, there had been a Christian.
You people who go in for being consistent have just as many moods as others have. The only difference is that your moods are rather meaningless.