For I Do Not Believe God Means Us Thus To Divide Life Into Two Halves - To Wear A Grave Face On Sunday, And To Think It Out-of-place To Even So Much As Mention Him On A Week-day. Do You Think He Cares To See Only Kneeling Figures And To Hear Only Tones Of Prayer - And That He Does Not Also Love To See The Lambs Leaping In The Sunlight, And To Hear The Merry Voices Of The Children, As They Roll Amoung The Hay? Surely Their Innocent Laughter Is As Sweet In His Ears As The Grandest Anthem That Ever Rolled Up From The Dim Religious Light Of Some Solemn Cathedral? ~ Lewis Carroll