Where is union?
where is the Church, which was to convert the heathen?
This was not my only reason, yet it was soon a sufficient and at last an overwhelming reason, against returning to the East.

The pertinacity of the attacks made on me, and on all who dared to hold by me in a certain connexion, showed that I could no longer be anything but a thorn in the side of my friends abroad; nay, I was unable to predict how they themselves might change towards me.

The idea of a Christian Church propagating Christianity while divided against itself was ridiculous.

Never indeed had I had the most remote idea, that my dear friends there had been united to me by agreement in intellectual propositions; nor could I yet believe it.

I remembered a saying of the noble-hearted Groves: "Talk of loving me while I agree with them! Give me men that will love me when I differ from them and contradict them: those will be the men to build up a true Church." I asked myself,--was I then possibly different from all?
With me,--and, as I had thought, with all my Spiritual friends,--intellectual dogma was not the test of spirituality.