On some clear evening when the stars shrink back before the
pathway of the ascending moon, and night is almost transformed
to day, we are moved to admiration and pleasure; yet all this
attractive light, focused to the smallest compass, could not
dissolve the most delicate petal of frost or melt the tiniest
snowflake.
Such is science without sentiment, the intellect without the heart,
religion without spirituality. But on the other hand, the true church
is one which combines both; which is purely rational, yet deeply
religious; which is perfectly tolerant and catholic; which yet extends
its fraternal hand to the needy, opprest, and downtrodden of every
class; which is bound to no creed whatsoever, but is genuinely,
rationally, vitally spiritual.--GEORGE C. CRESSEY.
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