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But I almost think we are all of us ghosts, Pastor Manders. It is not only what we have inherited from our father and mother that "walks" in us. It is all sorts of dead ideas, and lifeless old beliefs, and so forth. They have no vitality, but they cling to us all the same, and we cannot shake them off.
There must be ghosts all the country over, as thick as the sands of the sea. And then we are, one and all, so pitifully afraid of the light.
work is a curse and a punishment for sin, and that life is something miserable, something; it would be best to have done with, the sooner the better.
I never asked you for life. And what sort of a life have you given me? I will not have it! You shall take it back again!
