It's the loneliest feeling in the world-to find yourself standing up when everybody else...

Bertram T. Cates: It's the loneliest feeling in the world-to find yourself standing up when everybody else is sitting down. To have everybody look at you and say, "What's the matter with him?" I know. I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away. Henry Drummond: But all you have to do is knock on any door and say, "If you let me in, I'll live the way you want me to live, and I'll think the way you want me to think," and all the blinds'll go up and all the windows will open, and you'll never be lonely, ever again. If that's the case, I'll change the plea - that is, if you know the law's right and you're wrong.

They'll bring down the wrath of God, Brady and the state legislature on you. - You make a joke out of everything. - Young lady, I know what Bert is going through. It's the loneliest feeling in the world. It's like walking down an empty street listening to your own footsteps. But all you have to do is to knock on any door and say: "if you'll let me in, I'll live the way you want me to live, and I'll think the way you want me to think. " And all the blinds'll go up, all the doors'll open, and you'll never be lonely ever again. It's up to you, Cates. You just say the word and we'll change the plea. That is, of course, if you honestly believe that the law is right and you're wrong. If that's the case, tell me and I'll pack my bag and go back to Chicago, where it's a nice cool 100 in the shade. Bert, I've gone to my father's church every Sunday as long as I can remember. This is where I live. This is where my children'll be born. What kind of a life could we have? What kind of life could we have if I gave up now? Your father's kind? Hallelujah and ignorance here we come? What goes on here is not necessarily the Christian religion everyplace else. Rach, I can't live the way you want me to. You're the one who's got to decide. It's his church or our house. You can't live in both. Sorry, Bert. I have to take you back now. You ever been in love, Hornbeck? Only with the sound of my own words, thank God. I have been to their cities and I have seen the altars upon which they sacrifice the futures of their children to the gods of science. And what are their rewards? Confusion and self-destruction. New ways to kill each other in wars. The way of scientism is the way of darkness. Mr Brady, do you believe seriously that the majority of the American people hold with your views? Not just the views of Matthew Harrison Brady, Mr Hornbeck.