Our religion has become spectral. It has lost its grasp on the affection of the good and on the fear of the bad. Then all things go to decay. Genius leaves the Temple. Literature becomes frivolous.
Science is cold.
The eye of youth is not lighted by hope of a better world. Society lives for trifles. In the soul let redemption be sought. Let the keepers of religion show us that God is, not was. That He speaketh, not spoke.