“Before I knowed it, I was sayin’ out loud, ‘The hell with it! There  ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue. There’s just stuff people do.  It’s all part of the same thing.’ … . I says, ‘What’s this call,  this sperit?’ An’ I says, ‘It’s love. I love people so much I’m fit to  bust, sometimes.’ … . I figgered, ‘Why do we got to hang it on God  or Jesus? Maybe,’ I figgered, ‘maybe it’s all men an’ all women we love;  maybe that’s the Holy Sperit-the human sperit-the whole shebang. Maybe  all men got one big soul ever’body’s a part of.’ Now I sat there  thinkin’ it, an’ all of a suddent-I knew it. I knew it so deep down that  it was true, and I still know it.”
The Grapes of Wrath

HaarFager

“Before I knowed it, I was sayin’ out loud, ‘The hell with it! There ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue. There’s just stuff people do. It’s all part of the same thing.’ … . I says, ‘What’s this call, this sperit?’ An’ I says, ‘It’s love. I love people so much I’m fit to bust, sometimes.’ … . I figgered, ‘Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe,’ I figgered, ‘maybe it’s all men an’ all women we love; maybe that’s the Holy Sperit-the human sperit-the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever’body’s a part of.’ Now I sat there thinkin’ it, an’ all of a suddent-I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it.”

The Grapes of Wrath

HaarFager