There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
Hidden knowledge differs little from ignorance.
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
One cannot know everything.
What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister of justice, and undisguised truth?
For example, the tiny ant, a creature of great industry, drags with its mouth whatever it can, and adds it to the heap which she is piling up, not unaware nor careless of the future.