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[...] It peopled the world of man with saints, sinners, priests, and it peopled space with a God, a legion of angels, and a devil and his cohorts—so surely Christianity must be based upon fact.

[...] At the same time he felt that he should be offering more: the public image, the saintly understanding, and so forth. [...]

[...] You end up with Christs, spacemen, various saints or spirits, or other personality fabrications whose characteristics and abilities are already known.

[...] Our slight friend Ruburt here was indeed upon occasion, a rather lecherous old fellow, and I was a saintly type. [...]

Now: the message of the Christ entity was, in religious terms “You are all children of God—the ‘sinner’ as well as the saint.” [...]

[...] All That Is is not some long-haired gentleman with a saintly face. [...]

[...] There are classic accounts of precognitive dreams, or prophetic dreams involving saints and honored personages in the Bible. [...]

[...] I believe that there was a family crest; I think two dragons, the image of Saint George, and a shield on the crest.

[...] You may even suppose, and many do, that sorrow is ennobling, a sign of deep spiritualism, a mark of apartness, a necessary mental garb of saints and poets. [...]

[...] Churches wanted sinners galore, but shied away from saints, or any extravagant behavior that did not speak of man’s duplicity. [...]

[...] Christianity has believed in a heaven and a hell, a purgatory, and reckoning; and so, at death, to those who so believe in these symbols, another ceremony is enacted, and the guides take on the guises of those beloved figures of Christian saints and heroes.

[...] (Humor.) Now that he is “good,” in quotes, he need not make a saint of himself overnight. [...]

[...] What good were ornate cathedrals, replete with carved angels, saints, and gargoyles, gleaming with glazed colorful windows, when the people lived in hovels and labored in the fields? [...]

[...] Another image of the self comes into consideration, so that it seems to him that he is expected to be nearly a saintly self—or at least that he is regarded as someone who is expected to perform in an altogether superlative fashion. [...]

[...] A Saint Cecelia Church here. [...]

[...] I am glad I am in the company of saints! [...]

[...] A novelist, being himself or herself writing a book, will nevertheless imaginatively live the actions of all of its characters—the villain, the hero, the madman, the saint or whatever—and a true creative gestalt is involved. [...]

[...] Religion has been the cause of much prejudice and cruelty, but the bombs over Hiroshima were not caused by the Catholic Saint Teresa showering down any roses. [...]

Before I was twenty, then, I’d left behind me that archaic God, the Virgin, and the communion of saints. [...]

[...] He does not have to prove he is all saintly yet. [...]