It makes all science look like a ... mere machine.
Theodore
Well, if you feel so strongly about it ... better come to church after all!
Ernest
I'm not talking about the Church—I'm talking about religion.
Theodore
You're not talking about religion; you're talking about—love.
Ernest
[quietly]
Certainly; the same thing, isn't it? I'm talking about the divine fire that glorifies life and perpetuates it—the one eternal thing we mortals share with God.... If that isn't religious, what is? [Theodore smiles indulgently.] Tell me, Theodore—you know I wasn't allowed to go to church when young, and since then I've always worked on the holy Sabbath day, like yourself—does the Church still let innocent human beings think there's something inherently wrong about sex? [Theodore drops his eyes. Ernest disgusted with him.] I see! Good people should drop their eyes even at the mention of the word.