Life itself suggests a higher good than life itself can yield.
If one's conscience be dead as a stone, it is as heavy too.
However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith.
Life is a problem. Not merely a premiss from which we start, but a goal towards which we proceed. It is an opportunity for us not merely to get, but to attain; not simply to have, but to be. Its standard of failure or success is not outward fortune, but inward possession.
God is the explanation of all things.
A man that simply loads himself down with possessions of which he has no actual need, when he dies slips out of them--as a little insect might slip out of some parasite shell into which it has ensconced itself--into the grave, and is forgotten.