We are incredibly heedless in the formation of our beliefs, but find ourselves filled with an illicit passion for them when anyone proposed to rob us of their companionship.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The price of seeking to force our beliefs on others is that someday they might force their beliefs on us.
As humans, we're so easily persuaded. We join this cause or that cause, and suddenly the other thing is wrong.
We do it because we're committed, because we're believers.
There's always been a religious strain in me. I can't get rid of it. I don't want to get rid of it. I'm not involved in a church, but I understand that impulse to believe in something that's never going to betray you.
When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.
Organised religion, organised anything, requires commitment and requires an engagement with something. A lot of the time, we don't want to commit.
There are times when you have to fight for something you believe in, that you love.
No habit or quality is more easily acquired than hypocrisy, nor any thing sooner learned than to deny the sentiments of our hearts and the principle we act from: but the seeds of every passion are innate to us, and nobody comes into the world without them.
To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
Belief, like love, must be voluntary.