This Spanish, American, Europhile and very likely homophile philosopher (1863-1952) is the source of the now-cliche, "Those who do not remember history, etc."
I find bits of him very congenial:
"I had heard many Unitarian sermons (being taken to hear them lest I should become too Catholic) and had been interested in them so far as they were rationalistic and informative, or even amusingly irreligious, as I often thought them to be; but neither in these discourses nor in Harvard philosophy was it easy for me to understand the Protestant combination of earnestness with waywardness..."
And this, especially:
"The liberal school that attempts to fortify religion by minimizing its expression, both theoretic and devotional, seems to be merely impoverishing religious symbols and vulgarizing religious aims; it subtracts from faith that imagination by which faith becomes an interpretation and idealization of human life, and retains only a stark and superfluous principle of superstition.
For meagre and abstract as may be the content of such a religion, it contains all the venom of absolute pretensions; it is no less cursed than the more developed systems with a controversial unrest and with a consequent undertone of constraint and suspicion...In such a spectral form religious illusion does not cease to be illusion.
Mythology cannot become science by being reduced in bulk, but it may cease, as a mythology, to be worth having."
A touching elegy at his best friend's death:
"And I scarce know which part may greater be -
What I keep of you, or you rob from me."
And my favorite, the playful anti-Shahada of an aesthetic Catholic unbeliever:
"There is no God, and Mary is His mother."