I think I could find you some who believe him just as near them now as ever he was to his own brothers--believe that he hears them when they speak to him, and heeds what they say." "That's bosh.

You would have me believe against the evidence of my senses!" "You must have strange senses, Mr.Redmain, that give you evidence where they can't possibly know anything! If that man spoke the truth when he was in the world, he is near us now; if he is not near us, there is an end of it all." "The nearer he is, the worse for me!" sighed Mr.Redmain.
"The nearer he is, the better for the worst man that ever breathed." "That's queer doctrine! Mind you, I don't say it mayn't be all right.
But it does seem a cowardly thing to go asking him to save you, after you've been all your life doing what ought to damn you--if there be a hell, mind you, that is." "But think," said Mary, "if that should be your only chance of being able to make up for the mischief you have done?
No punishment you can have will do anything for that.

No suffering of yours will do anything for those you have made suffer.

But it is so much harder to leave the old way than to go on and let things take their chance!" "There may be something in what you say; but still I can't see it anything better than sneaking, to do a world of mischief, and then slink away into heaven, leaving all the poor wretches to look after themselves." "I don't think Jesus Christ is worse pleased with you for feeling like that," said Mary.
"Eh?
What?
What's that you say ?--Jesus Christ worse pleased with me?
That's a good one! As if he ever thought about a fellow like me!" "If he did not, you would not be thinking about him just this minute, I suspect.

There's no sense in it, if he does not think about you.