Sit here, so I may writeyou into a poem and make you eternal.
Nothing is perpetual in this world. Not even your everlasting soul!
(a.) Continuing only for a short time; not enduring; fleeting; evanescent.
I want to be a transitory fallen, lifted up by virtues every time.
Bones are patient. Bones never tire nor do they run away. When you come upon a man who has been dead many years, his bones will still be lying there, in place, content, patiently waiting, but his fles...
It is odd that the Bible says, ‘God created man,’ whereas it is the other way round: man has created God. It is odd that the Bible says, ‘The body is mortal, the soul is immortal,’ whereas even here t...
O, worldly pomp, how despicable you are when one considers that you are empty and fleeting ! You are justly compared to watery bubbles, one moment all swollen up, then suddenly reduced to nothing.
