Quote by Captain J. G. Stedman

During the crusades all were religious mad, and now all are mad for want of it.

During the crusades all were religious mad, and now all are

Summary

This quote suggests that during the time of the crusades, people were driven by religious fervor and fanaticism. However, in contrast to that era, in the present day, people seem to crave a sense of spirituality or religious belief. It highlights the shift in mindset from religious obsession to a longing for spirituality that we see in different times throughout history. It also implies that people's yearning for meaning and purpose remains constant, although the objects of their devotion have changed.

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Atheism

By Captain J. G. Stedman

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