Yet in the end wealth proved treacherous, for in life it was a blanket of warmth, yet when the coldness of death approached its warmth disappeared as if it never existed, for it was bound to this world and not of the next where it was of little use.

Such was the illusion of pride, for the fool sees it as the crown upon his head, while the wise sees it as the chain up on his ankle.

While many ethnic and religious groups are mainly focused on the afterlife and downplaying this world, Jews view wealth and success as a blessing and gift from God.

A man is what he gives to this world.

In being human I was a part of this world, yet in being a soul I was apart from it all the same.

The saddest death I think that happens in a persons life, is not the one that happens in old age, no its the one when the child in them dies, when the world no longer inspires curiosity and wonder, when the world ceases to have magic. That is when I truly think we begin to die, not the one of old age, for that is merely the last scene in a play that has long since been in its final act.