Never leave fish to find fish.
But now mine own eyes have beheld God; but not my natural, but my spiritual eyes, for my natural eyes could not have beheld; for I should have withered and died in his presence; but his glory was upon me; and I beheld his face, for I was transfigured before him.
Have you forgotten God? Even if you have, He has not forgotten you.
...he who goes down to the grave does not return.
Yet it seems that a final race struggle is unavoidable
Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.