It is a strange thing to come home. While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realize how strange it will be.
For what is man's soul but a flame? It flickers in and around the body of a man as does the flame around the rough log.
There is so little that one can do for the dead!
Here, no mercy is shown. One hates one's fellow man to the glory of God.
No one is able to enjoy such feast than the one who throws a party in his own mind.
There isn't much that tastes better than praise from those who are wise and capable.