You are a priest; and you have learned in your own life that there are many paths that lead to God, and that we, one and all, doubt and are perplexed which of them is right." "How!" screamed the king, as he rose from his seat and gazed at Catharine with angry looks.

"You mean, then, that the heretics also may find themselves on a path that leads to God ?" "I mean," cried she, passionately, "that Jesus Christ, too, was called an atheist, and executed.

I mean that Stephen was stoned by Paul, and that, nevertheless, both are now honored as saints and prayed to as such.

I mean, that Socrates was not damned because he lived before Christ, and so could not be acquainted with his religion; and that Horace and Julius Caesar, Phidias and Plato, must yet be called great and noble spirits, even though they were heathen.

Yes, my lord and husband, I mean that it behooves us well to exercise gentleness in matters of religion, and that faith is not to be obtruded on men by main force as a burden, but is to be bestowed upon them as a benefit through their own conviction." "So you do not hold these eight accused to be criminals worthy of death ?" asked Henry with studied calmness, and a composure maintained with difficulty.
"No, my husband! I hold that they are poor, erring mortals, who seek the right path, and would willingly travel it; and who, therefore, ask in doubt all along, 'Is this the right way ?'" "It is enough!" said the king, as he beckoned Gardiner to him, and, leaning on his arm, took a few steps across the room.