Oh, who can tell the value of a soul? Bring the scales and weigh it. Put the glittering gold and flashing gems of all the world into one side of the scales— they are altogether lighter than vanity. How far does the soul outweigh them!
Put in fame, position, and pleasure; throw in all earthly preferences; they do not turn the scale one hair's breadth. These things are but for a moment. They belong to a world that is swiftly rolling on to destruction, while the soul will live forever.
Death will not kill it. It will outlive the wreck of all created matter. When worlds will have gone crashing into oblivion it will exist, either in the brilliant glory of God, or amid the awful tempest of a lost eternity.