Subjects — G
The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts.
The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear — Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.
I almost think we’re all of us Ghosts, Pastor Manders. It’s not only what we have inherited from our father and mother that “walks” in us. It’s 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 can’t get rid of them. Whenever I take up a newspaper, I seem to see Ghosts gliding between the lines. There must be Ghosts all the country over, as thick as the sand of the sea. And then we are, one and all, so pitifully afraid of the light.
you want to know whether i believe in ghosts of course i do not believe in them if you had known as many of them as i have you would not believe in them either