G. W. Foote, Satires and Profanities
“ While you are sane, well and hearty, doing your work in the world deftly, sound in mind, and wind, and limb, and fairly prosperous, you have no need of this religion—you can get through the world very well without it. But when your fortune is lost, your sweetheart dead or married to another, your courage cowed, your heart broken, your mind diseased, your self-respect humiliated, then you long for and embrace Christianity (or whatever religion is dominant around you) : it is a soft pillow for the aching head, a tender couch for the bruised body, a flattering nurse for the desolate invalid. ”
