“Every man that tried to destroy the Government, every man that shot at the holy flag in heaven, every man that starved our soldiers... every man that wanted to burn the negro, every one that wanted to scatter yellow fever in the North, every man that opposed human liberty, that regarded the auction-block as an altar and the howling of the bloodhound as the music of the Union, every man who wept over the corpse of slavery, that thought lashes on the naked back were a legal tender for labour performed, every one willing to rob a mother of her child - every solitary one was a Democrat.” MenHumansChildrenWarGovernmentWantedMotherHeavenLibertyHistoryWillingHolyShotsSlaveryUnionsDemocratSoldierEvery ManNakedBlockCivil WarLabourYellowFlagsSolitaryCorpsesAltarsFeverAmerican Civil WarLashesAuctionsYellow FeverBloodhounds Author:Robert Green Ingersoll
“In that first 'fusion' with Jesus (holy communion), it was my Heavenly Mother again who accompanied me to the altar for it was she herself who placed her Jesus into my soul.” FirstsSoulMotherJesusReligiousHolyMy SoulHeavenlyCommunionAltarsFusionVirgin MaryBlessed MotherHoly Communion Author:Therese of Lisieux
“... it was religion that saved me. Our ugly church and parochial school provided me with my only aesthetic outlet, in the words ofthe Mass and the litanies and the old Latin hymns, in the Easter lilies around the altar, rosaries, ornamented prayer books, votive lamps, holy cards stamped in gold and decorated with flower wreaths and a saint's picture.” BookSchoolChurchPrayerChristianityFlowerHolyMassGoldSaintUglySavedCardsLatinAestheticEasterLampsOutletsAltarsLiliesHymnsRosaryWreaths Author:Mary McCarthy
“And, indeed, is there not something holy about a great kitchen?... The scoured gleam of row upon row of metal vessels dangling from hooks or reposing on their shelves till needed with the air of so many chalices waiting for the celebration of the sacrament of food. And the range like an altar, yes, before which my mother bowed in perpetual homage, a fringe of sweat upon her upper lip and the fire glowing in her cheeks.” MotherWaitingFireAirNeededHolyEatingLipsRangeKitchenSweatMetalsCelebrationPerpetualCheeksShelvesSacramentsHookVesselFringeAltarsGlowingHomageGleamCookeryIrreverenceChalice Author:Angela Carter
“I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.” WaterChurchPoorSweetHolyCrossesWindowCatholicGlassesBoxesSmellStationsCandleAltarsCatholic ChurchEvery SecondRottingIncenseHoly WaterStained GlassPomegranatesStained Glass Windows Book:Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith Source: Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith
“How could I say to Him: Blessed be Thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, who chose us among all nations to be tortured day and night, to watch as our fathers, our mothers, our brothers end up in furnaces? Praised be Thy Holy Name, for having chosen us to be slaughtered on Thine altar?” EndsMotherNightUniverseFatherNamesNationsWatchesBrotherMastersHolyBlessedChosenAlmightyOur FatherAltarsDay And NightFurnaces Book:Night Source: Night