There is as much perfumery in petroleum as there is righteousness in
orthodoxy. Its dead theology and make-believe piety have no value only to
the priest. Orthodoxy survives only by right of possession. Turn it out of
the churches and it would never re-enter them. The church to-day is a
hospital for sick dogmas. Every Christian doctrine is a cripple; not one
can walk or stand alone. Orthodoxy has put a false valuation on things. It
calls a man good who goes to church, offers a prayer in public and accepts
the Bible as the word of God; it calls a man bad who stays at home and
enjoys himself with his family on Sunday, who eats without asking God to
bless his food, and who does not expect to go to heaven on the vicarious
railroad.
The thirty-nine articles of orthodoxy are only the ashes of the mind.
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Honesty is never seen sitting astride the fence.
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A handsome bonnet covers a multitude of sins.