Robert G. Ingersoll Quotes

Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.

You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I'm not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought.

Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

and for a moment he held out his hands as if to steady himself or as if to bless the ground there or perhaps as if to slow the world that was rushing away and seemed to care nothing for the old or the young or rich or poor or dark or pale or he or she. Nothing for their struggles, nothing for their names. Nothing for the living or the dead.

Why should I live? Why should I do anything? Is there in life any purpose which the inevitable death that awaits me does not undo and destroy?

You are not just a meaningless fragment in an alien universe, briefly suspended between life and death, allowed a few short-lived pleasures followed by pain and ultimate annihilation.

I think life's an irrational obsession.

For a person who is dying only eternity counts.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?

Life is a series of avoiding horrible situations until ultimately you're dead. That's how I feel about things.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

I start thinking about life after death. I've got to quit thinking about it because it's very deep. Very deep. Sometimes you start thinking about it, and you don't feel like you want to be alive, so I don't like to get all quiet.

No man can pass into eternity, for he is already in it.

Life is wasted on the living.

I will burn, but this is a mere event. We shall continue our discussion in eternity.

Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?

Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.

I always said all my life if I wasn't born and they gave me the question I'd say I don't want to be born.

I have watched patients stand and gaze longingly toward the city they in all likelihood will never enter again. It means liberty and life; it seems so near, and yet heaven is not further from hell.

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

Death is the easiest of all things after it, and the hardest of all things before it.

For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.