How many evils have flowed from religion.
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.
Fear is the mother of all gods.
Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.
So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.