The power of language, it seems to me, is the only kind of power a writer is entitled to.
Reason, which is the glory of our nature, is destined eventually, in the progress of future ages, to overturn the empire of superstition.
The obscurity, incredibility and obscenity, so conspicuous in many parts of it, would justly condemn the works of a modern writer. It contains a mixture of inconsistency and contradiction; to call which the word of God, is the highest pitch of extravagance: it is to attribute to the deity that which any person of common sense would blush to confess himself the author of.
Seven hundred thousand men are said to have perished in the first two expeditions, which had been thus commenced and carried on by the pious zeal of the Christian church, and in the total amount, several million were found numbered with the dead: the awful effects of religious fanaticism presuming upon the aid of heaven.
Jack Nicklaus is playing an entirely different game, and one which I'm not even familiar with.
It's amazing, especially coming from the small city of Paterson, to have all of those people just being behind you and supporting your career and understanding where you come from.
He that is impatient, and cannot wait on God for a mercy, will not easily submit to Him in a denial.
God is the larger context and plot in which our stories find themselves.