I could have given my own sect the pref­er­ence and made ev­ery­body a Pres­by­te­rian with­out any trou­ble, but that would have been to af­front a law of hu­man na­ture: spir­i­tual wants and in­stincts are as var­i­ous in the hu­man fam­ily as are phys­i­cal ap­petites, com­plex­ions, and fea­tures, and a man is only at his best, morally, when he is equipped with the re­li­gious gar­ment whose color and shape and size most nicely ac­com­mo­date them­selves to the spir­i­tual com­plex­ion, an­gu­lar­i­ties, and stature of the in­di­vid­ual who wears it; and, be­sides, I was afraid of a united Church; it makes a mighty power, the might­i­est con­ceiv­able, and then when it by and by gets into self­ish hands, as it is al­ways bound to do, it means death to hu­man lib­erty and paral­y­sis to hu­man thought.