Daily Dose of Ingersoll


There is one wonderful thing about the dead people that were
raised — we do not hear of them any more. What became of them? If
there was a man in this city who had been raised from the dead, I
would go to see him to-night. I would say, “Where were you when you
got the notice to come back? What kind of a country is it? What
kind of opening there for a young man? How did you like it? Did you
meet there the friends you had lost? Is there a world without
death, without pain, without a tear? Is there a land without a
grave, and where good-bye is never heard? Nobody ever paid the
slightest attention to the dead who had been raised. They did not
even excite interest when they died the second time. Nobody said,
“Why, that man is not afraid. He has been there once. He has walked
through the valley of the shadow.” Not a word. They pass quietly

I do not believe these miracles. There is something wrong
somewhere about that business. I may suffer eternal punishment for
all this, but I cannot, I do not, believe.

Robert Green Ingersoll – “Orthodoxy”(1884)