I consist of a little body and a soul.
All is ephemeral - fame and the famous as well.
What we do now echoes in eternity.
At day's first light have in readiness, against disinclination to leave your bed, the thought that "I am rising for the work of man."
The sinner sins against himself; the wrongdoer wrongs himself, becoming the worse by his own action.
If unwilling to rise in the morning, say to thyself, 'I awake to do the work of a man.'