Daily Dose of Ingersoll

The old idea was that God made us and placed us here for a
purpose and that it was our duty to remain until he called us. The
world is outgrowing this absurdity. What pleasure can it give God
to see a man devoured by a cancer; to see the quivering flesh
slowly eaten; to see the nerves throbbing with pain? Is this a
festival for God? Why should the poor wretch stay and suffer? A
little morphine would give him sleep — the agony would be
forgotten and he would pass unconsciously from happy dreams to
painless death.

Robert Green Ingersoll – “Is Suicide a Sin?” (1894)