Daily Dose of Ingersoll

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I would not for my life destroy one star of human hope, but I want it so that when a poor woman rocks the cradle and sings a lullaby to the dimpled darling, she will not be compelled to believe that ninety-nine chances in a hundred she is raising kindling wood for hell.
— Robert Green Ingersoll, “How To Be Saved” (1880)