The abuse dies in a day; but the denial slays the life of the people and entombs the hope of the race.

The abuse dies in a day; but the denial slays the life of the people and entombs the hope of the race.

On the Cross the Jesus of the Four Gospels, who was God, cried out My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? God cannot forsake himself, Jesus was God himself. Yet God forsook Jesus, and the latter cried out to know why he was forsaken. Any able divine will explain that of course he knew, and that he was not forsaken. The explanation renders it difficult to believe the dying cry, and the passage becomes one of the mysteries of the holy Christian religion, which, unless a man rightly believe, without doubt he shall perish everlastingly.

Idle and meaningless ... a form less solemn to me than the affirmation I would have reverently made.

I cannot follow you Christians; for you try to crawl through your life upon your knees, while I stride through mine on my feet.

[That] my body be buried as cheaply as possible and no speeches be permitted at my funeral.

I know not what you mean by God; the word God is to me a sound conveying no clear or distinct affirmation.