Maybe if I could bear my life as it is for one day, for one hour, for one minute, I could forget my wish to… — Orson Scott Card

Don't you hate it when somebody knows you better than you know yourself?

The doctrine he was going to be teaching, starting tonight, was not the sort of ideology that would stir souls; no one would die for this religion. It would only attracts converts by promising a return to old tradition and by seeming to be the religion of the future.

They won't be required to sacrifice anything in order to belong to your assembly. A religion that is all sweetness, but no light; all form, but no substance; all tradition, but no precept.