Eternal liberty is given by Death alone, and Death cannot be forced to come." "How about suicide ?" I asked.
"The suicide," replied Zara, "has no soul.

He kills his body, and by the very act proves that whatever germ of an immortal existence he may have had once, has escaped from its unworthy habitation, and gone, like a flying spark, to find a chance of growth elsewhere.

Surely your own reason proves this to you?
The very animals have more soul than a man who commits suicide.

The beasts of prey slay each other for hunger or in self-defence, but they do not slay themselves.

That is a brutality left to man alone, with its companion degradation, drunkenness." I mused awhile in silence.
"In all the wickedness and cruelty of mankind," I said, "it is almost a wonder that there is any spiritual existence left on earth at all.