I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.
“Those who look for the laws of Nature as a support for their new works collaborate with the creator.”
“The first act of religion, therefore, concerns those things which are communicated to us from God. The other concerns those things which we yield to God.”