No grave was to him the place where a friend was lying; it was but a cenotaph--the place where the Lord had lain.
"Let those possessed with demons haunt the tombs," he said, as he sat down in the pulpit; "for me, I will turn my back upon them with the risen Christ.

Yes, friend, I hear you! I know what you say! You have more affection than I?
you can not forsake the last resting-place of the beloved?
Well, you may have more feeling than I; there is no gauge by which I can tell, and if there were, it would be useless: we are as God made us .-- No, I will not say that: I will say rather, I am as God is making me, and I shall one day be as He has made me.

Meantime I know that He will have me love my enemy tenfold more than now I love my friend.

Thou believest that the malefactor--ah, there was faith now! Of two men dying together in agony and shame, the one beseeches of the other the grace of a king! Thou believest, I say--at least thou professest to believe that the malefactor was that very day with Jesus in Paradise, and yet thou broodest over thy friend's grave, gathering thy thoughts about the pitiful garment he left behind him, and letting himself drift away into the unknown, forsaken of all but thy vaguest, most shapeless thinkings! Tell me not thou fearest to enter there whence has issued no revealing.

It is God who gives thee thy mirror of imagination, and if thou keep it clean, it will give thee back no shadow but of the truth.