A beggarly people, A church and no steeple.

An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finge ...

And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.

I dwell in an house of cedar, but the ark of God dwelleth within curtains.

I have surely built Thee an house to dwell in, a settled place for Thee to abide in for ever.

I never weary of great churches. It is my favourite kind of mountain scenery. Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathedral.

In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the Great Abbey, which has during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place t ...

Let them make Me a sanctuary; that I may dwell among them.

No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n, Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n; But such plain roofs as Piety could raise, And only vocal with the Maker's praise.

The church alone beyond all question has for ill-gotten goods the right digestion.