Self is the root, the tree, and the branches of all the evils of our fallen state.
The eyes of our souls only then begin to see when our bodily eyes are closing.
What could begin to deny self, if there were not something in man different from self?
Joseph has lately endeavored to seduce my wife, and has found her a virtuous woman.
Feasts and business and pleasure and enjoyments seem great things to us, whilst we think of nothing else; but as soon as we add death to them they all sink into an equal littleness.
Ask what Time is, it is nothing else but something of eternal duration become finite, measurable and transitory.