On such a day in such a definite year, the trumpet was to sound, and the end come.
And the singular thing is that in every case, from the day of Paul to that of Halley's comet, such a conviction of a certain future has proved itself a curse and not a blessing.
Never has it shown the slightest power to make men better or to make them purer.
Never has it touched the best within them.
Always has it touched the worst within them.
It has unlocked the secret wells of cowardice that I suppose lie deep in every heart and degraded men to the level of the beast.
If I had my way with fortune-tellers, I would have them banished out of every city.
I am amazed that honorable newspapers would dare to publish their predictions.
Of course they are charlatans, these fortune-tellers...
But the point is that if they were genuine, the knowledge they offer us is just the knowledge that always has proved morally disastrous.
Do not smile at the old Bible, my young friend, because it makes it criminal to consult a witch.
The Bible is still a little wiser than you are.
It knows, and nineteen hundred years have added their witness that it is the truth...
It knows that could we know tomorrow, life would practically be unliveable.
~George Morrison~
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