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Oh my soul, you must one day part with this
body, but when shall that day be? Shall
it be in the winter, or in the summer?
In the city, or in the country?
By day, or by night? Shall it be suddenly, or on notice given you? Shall you have leisure to make your
Confession? Shall you have the
assistance of your spiritual father?
Alas, of all this, you know nothing at all! Only certain it is that you must die. In fact, as it almost always happens, much
sooner than you imagine.
St.
Frances de
Sales