The Soul Passeth From Form To Form;

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

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

Not All Human Souls But Only The Pious Ones Are Divine.

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.

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