Now, in different parts of the world, in India and so forth, we find they are sane people, that they believe in God, but…Oh, they believe in—that we return back an angel, and we got wings and fly, but that’s wrong. We’re be men and women just like we are now. Now, only we won’t be old, because when… I look here and see an elderly man and his wife setting here, perhaps, husband and wife. They’re gray. All right, a few years ago, probably a young, fine looking man, and a young lady, walked down to an altar and got married; black hair both of them, fine, sturdy, young, healthy. They come from babies up to that age. About twenty-two or twenty-three years old, they was at their best. Then begin to notice one morning when mother come out to fix the dishes on the table for breakfast, there become little wrinkles begin to come under her and dad’s eyes, hair begin to turn gray, dad’s shoulders stooped a little. What’s the matter? Death’s setting in; it’s going to get you. It’s got to get you. It may pen you many places, and you get out, but finally it’s going to win. It’s going to take you.

Speak to the Rock, 1953-05-12, Jonesboro, AR, §8