There is no escape. If Christ were, in fact, God, and allowed himself to be killed. We cannot reform the world by law or by superstition. As long as there shall be pain and failure, want and sorrow, agony and crime, men and women will untie life's knot and seek the peace of death. And even to the most fortunate, death at last is a welcome deliverer.
Death is as natural and as merciful as life.
After all, death is not so terrible as Joyless life. Next to eternal happiness is to sleep in the soft clasp of the cool earth, disturbed by no dream, by no thought, by no pain, by no fear, unconscious of all and forever. The wonder is that so many live, that in spite of rags and want, in spite of tenement and gutter, of filth and pain, they limp and stagger and crawl beneath their burdens to the natural end. Most people are in love with life. On the crumbling edge of death they keep the flag flying and go down at last full of hope and courage.