Yes, it does. He made it fragile so we would treasure it, just like He does. You're not nearly as careful with your cast-iron frying pans as you are with your good china, are you? God wanted life to be precious to us—so He made it as frail as fine china.

I daresay we've heard a bit about original sin, but not nearly enough about original glory, which comes before sin and is deeper to our nature. We were crowned with glory and honor. Why does a woman long to be beautiful? Why does a man hope to be found brave? Because we remember, if only faintly, that we were once more than we are now.

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Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death.

I beg you to believe that life is not a process, it's a drama

How many more, I must ask myself, such perfect ends of Augusts will I witness?

That a marriage ends is less than ideal; but all things end under heaven, and if temporality is held to be invalidating, then nothing real succeeds.

Though we cannot experience our life as an endless present, we are eternal in God's eyes; that is, in our deepest reality.

Life is a warfare and a stranger's sojourn, and after fame is oblivion.

All is ephemeral--fame and the famous as well.

He (God) remembers that we are but shadows and dust, therefore what we do in this life echoes in eternity.