No snowflake in an avalanch ever feels responsible.
If God did not exist, he would have to be invented.
One feels like crawling on all fours after reading your work.
A clergyman is one who feels himself called upon to live without working at the expense of the rascals who work to live.
If God did not exist, He would have to be invented. But all nature cries aloud that he does exist: that there is a supreme intelligence, an immense power, an admirable order, and everything teaches us our own dependence on it.