In the life of a man, his time is but a moment, his being an incessant flux, his sense a dim rushlight, his body a prey of worms, his soul an unquiet eddy, his fortune dark, his fame doubtful. In short, all that is body is as coursing waters, all that is of the soul as dreams and vapors.

External things are not the problem. It's your assessment of them. Which you can erase right now.

If souls continue to exist, how does the air contain them from eternity?

Natural ability without education has more often raised a man to glory and virtue than education without natural ability.

A man does not sin by commission only, but often by omission.

We are the other of the other

Think of yourself as dead. You have lived your life. Now, take what's left and live it properly. What doesn't transmit light creates its own darkness.