You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.
The cup does not entice the lips unless the wine's colour is seen through the transparent crystal.
I love you, my brother, whoever you are - whether you worship in a church, kneel in your temple, or pray in your mosque. You and I are children of one faith, for the diverse paths of religion are fingers of the loving hand of the one supreme being, a hand extended to all, offering completeness of spirit to all, eager to receive all.
Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all.
And if you would know God, be not therefore a solver of riddles. Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children. And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain. You shall see Him smiling in flowers, then rising and waving His hands in trees.
One's own religion is after all a matter between oneself and one's Maker and no one else's.