Robert Green Ingersoll
Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word; but in the night of death Hope sees a star and listening Love can hear the rustle of a wing.
YOUR FORBEARS FLOCKED TO HIS LECTURES
LET THIS GREAT MAN SPEAK TO YOU
AS HE DID TO THEM
YOU WILL NEVER SEE COMMON SENSE
EXPRESSED SO BEAUTIFULLY
All I insist is, if there is another life, the basest soul that finds its way to that dark or radiant shore will have the everlasting chance of doing right.
Nothing but the most cruel ignorance, the most heartless superstition, the most ignorant theology, ever imagined that the few days of human life spent here, surrounded by mists and clouds of darkness, blown over life’s sea by storms and tempests of passion, fixed for all eternity the condition of the human race.
If this doctrine be true this life is but a net, in which Jehovah catches souls for hell.