The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time and Space, temporary mundane laws, or conduct.

The road recedes as the traveler advances, leaving a continuous present.

Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

All myths that are something more than fancies gain rather than lose in value with time, by reason of the accretions of human experience.

A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.

Celestial spirit that doth roll; The heart's sepulchral stone away, Be this our resurrection day, The singing Easter of the soul - O gentle Master of the Wise, Teach us to say: "I will arise."

We have, of course, long since ceased to think of Nature as the sympathetic mirror of our moods, or to imagine that she has any concern with the temporal affairs of man.