It is no use to talk to me about angels until you can prove to me that angels can feel happier than men.

I prefer to remain with human beings.

You say that I ought to wish for higher things than this world can give, that here minds are unsteady and weak, hearts fickle and selfish, and you talk of souls without sex, imaginary concerts of perfect music, tireless singing in Heaven, and the pleasure of conversation without speech.

But all the happiness that we know is received from our fellow beings.

I remember the voice of one dead friend with deeper love and pleasure than any images of Heaven could ever excite in my mind." The last stanza needs no paraphrasing, but it deserves some comment, for it is the expression of one great difference between the old Greek feeling in regard to life and death, and all modern religious feeling on the same subject.