[that] My Body Be Buried As Cheaply

No Religion Is Suddenly Rejected By Any People; It Is Rather Gradually Outgrown. None Sees A Religion Die; Dead Religions Are Like Dead Languages And Obsolete Customs: The Decay Is Long And - Like The Glacier March - Is Perceptible Only To The Careful Watcher By Comparisons Extending Over Long Periods.

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.

If Special Honor Is Claimed For Any, Then Heresy Should Have It As The Truest Servitor Of Human Kind.

Liberty's Chief Foe Is Theology.

The Abuse Dies In A Day; But The Denial Slays The Life Of The People And Entombs The Hope Of The Race.