They enjoyed wine so much that they cried out naturally to the god of it. They loved good so much that they knew that it was a god. When I hear that the spiritualists have begun to carve great golden wings upon their flying tables, I shall recognize the atmosphere of a faith. I shall know that they have become a great religion. Meanwhile, I fear I shall remain one of those who believe in spirits much too easily ever to become a spiritualist.
Modern people think the supernatural so improbable that they want to see it.
I think it so probable that I leave it alone. Up to G.K.Chesterton's Works on the Web .