Death Is Like An Arrow

A Beautiful And Chaste Woman Is The Perfect Workmanship Of God, And The True Glory Of Angels, The Rare Miracle Of Earth, And The Sole Wonder Of The World.

The Soul Passeth From Form To Form; And The Mansions Of Her Pilgrimage Are Manifold.

Death Is Like An Arrow That Is Already In Flight, And Your Life Lasts Only Until It Reaches You.

Prayer Is The Chief Thing That Man May Present Unto God.

The Impious Soul, However, Punishes Itself By Seeking A Human Body To Enter Into, For No Other Body Can Receive A Human Soul; It Cannot Enter The Body Of An Animal Devoid Of Reason. Divine Law Preserves The Human Soul From Such Infamy... The Soul Passeth From Form To Form; And The Mansions Of Her Pilgrimage Are Manifold. Thou Puttest Off Thy Bodies As Raiment; And As Vesture Dost Thou Fold Them Up. Thou Art From Old, O Soul Of Man; Yea, Thou Art From Everlasting.