There is a touching story of a scientist in France who all his life did not believe or admit to any belief in God, in the soul, or in the hereafter. But as he lived longer in the world, he felt the need of religion, although he did not feel he could accept it since all his life he had not accepted it. His wife on the other hand was devoted and religious. One day, stirred by profound sentiment, they were talking heart to heart on the question of religion. The wife was anxious that he should accept it and she asked him, "Don't you ever feel the need of religion, of that devotion which is the only thing that is worth while?" And his answer was, "I do not admit it, yet I believe in your belief, I enjoy your sentiment. That is my religion, my only religion in life.'