No one wearies of benefits received.
If souls continue to exist, how does the air contain them from eternity?
Give full attention and devotion to each act.
Death hangs over thee, While thou still live, while thou may, do good.
The blazing fire makes flames and brightness out of everything thrown into it.
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.