What is man's life but love, love of self; Man is dust, dust as his passion, dust as the beloved.Death, it is your great act of piety for man – You take him to your house or he'd be left to himself.Death is a covenant between the lover and the beloved; Death is a secret wedlock between being and non-being.Death harbors the hidden port of life's ocean; Death is helpless and a vision of beauty to itself.Death is the only witness of my life and your grace, And O strange lord, of night and the crescent.
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O death, where is thy sting?
O Hell, where is thy victory?
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Christ is Risen, and life is liberated!
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To Him be Glory and Power forever and ever. Amen!
John Chrysostom
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Orlando Figes
O ye that are invested with the Bayán! Ye should perform such deeds as would please God, your Lord, earning thereby the good-pleasure of Him Whom God shall make manifest. Turn not your religion into a means of material gain, spending your life on vanities, and inheriting thereby on the Day of Resurrection that which would displease Him Whom God shall make manifest, while ye deem that what ye do is right. If, however, ye observe piety in your Faith, God will surely nourish you from the treasuries of His heavenly grace.
Báb
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