Daily Dose of Ingersoll


I look again, but toward the future now. The popes and priests
and kings are gone, — the altars and the thrones have mingled with
the dust, — the aristocracy of land and cloud have perished from
the earth and air, and all the gods are dead. A new religion sheds
its glory on mankind. It is the gospel of this world, the religion
of the body, of the heart and brain, the evangel of health and joy.
I see a world at peace, where labor reaps its true reward, a world
without prisons, without workhouses, without asylums for the
insane, a world on which the gibbet’s shadow does not fall, a world
where the poor girl, trying to win bread with the needle, the
needle that has been called “the asp for the breast of the poor,”
is not driven to the desperate choice of crime or death, of suicide
or shame. I see a world without the beggar’s outstretched palm, the
miser’s heartless, stony stare, the piteous wail of want, the
pallid face of crime, the livid lips of lies, the cruel eyes of
scorn. I see a race without disease of flesh or brain, shapely and
fair, the married harmony of form and use, and as I look life
lengthens, fear dies, joy deepens, love intensifies. The world is
free. This shall be.

Robert Green Ingersoll – “Which Way” (1884)