“A slave's soul has no worth, my brothers; it lacks strength to tread on this great earth with gallantry and freedom. I pity the poor slaves, they're nought but airy mist, a light breeze scatters them, a fragrance knocks them down; it's only just they crawl on the earth on hands and knees. Today I'll write a hymn to God and pray for this great grace.” WritingSoulHandsLightTodayEarthPoorGraceBrotherPrayingSlavePityKneesMy BrotherBreezeFragranceMistHymnsAiryGallantry Book:The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel Source: The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel
“Christians believe themselves to be the aristocracy of heaven upon earth, they are admitted to the spiritual court, while millions of men in foreign lands have never been presented. They bow their knees and say they are 'miserable sinners,' and their hearts rankle with abominable pride. Poor infatuated fools! Their servility is real and their insolence is real but their king is a phantom and their palace is a dream.” MenBelieveHeartRealDreamEarthChristianSpiritualHeavenPoorMillionsAtheismLandPrideFoolKingsCourtPositive AtheismMiserableKneesSinnerBowsPalacesAristocracyPhantomsInsolenceInfatuatedServilityForeign Lands Book:The Martyrdom of Man Source: The Martyrdom of Man
“The fountain of my heart dried up within me,-- With nought that loved me, and with nought to love, I stood upon the desert earth alone. And in that deep and utter agony, Though then, then even most unfit to die I fell upon my knees and prayed for death.” HeartEarthDiesMy HeartDesertKneesAgonyFountainDesolation Author:Charles Robert Maturin