I know the greatness of Christianity it is a past greatness.... I live in 1924, and the Christian venture is done.
I know the greatness of Christianity it is a past greatness.... I live in 1924, and the Christian venture is done.
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
Every race which has become self-conscious and idea-bound in the past has perished.
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