The sensualist's treasures are laid up "where moth and rust corrupt." Mortality is their doom. Sin breaks in upon them, and robs their fleeting joys. The sensualist's affections are imaginary, whimsical, unreal, even as his pleasures are. Falsehood, envy, ambition, hypocrisy, malice, hate, steal away the treasures of earth. Stripped of its exteriors, what a mocking spectacle is error.
The sensualist's treasures are laid up "where moth and...
From the May 1889 issue of The Christian Science Journal