Half a century has passed since I went, Sunday morning after Sunday morning, to that quiet Quaker "Meeting-house," as the parishioners of that Buckinghamshire village called their church building. Here George Fox, William Penn, and other pioneer Friends also worshipped. A few months later I left England again to pursue those strange researches in the Orient which destiny had allotted me. Not since then have I been so faithful and regular in religious attendance, going only when the mood is on me, and even then irrespective of what creed that particular house of worship belongs to--be it mosque, church, or temple.
-- Notebooks Category 12: Reflections > Chapter 2: Philosophy and Contemporary Culture > # 152