Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Relics are treasured as something close to the divine.
There are no greater treasures than the highest human qualities such as compassion, courage and hope. Not even tragic accident or disaster can destroy such treasures of the heart.
If the people use the wealth bestowed on them by God for themselves alone or for treasuring it, it is like a corpse. But if they decide to share it with others, it becomes sacred food.
Antique things have an appreciation and worth. Something can be old, but it can be timeless; therefore, it becomes an antique. If this antique is preserved and deemed precious, it could be passed down as a family heirloom.
Posthumous charities are the very essence of selfishness when bequeathed by those who, even alive, would part with nothing.
Life is precious. Life is sacred. And it ought so to be observed.
There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.
When we die our money, fame, and honors will be meaningless. We own nothing in this world. Everything we think we own is in reality only being loaned to us until we die. And on our deathbed at the moment of death, no one but God can save our souls.
The reward of great men is that, long after they have died, one is not quite sure that they are dead.
Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.