All things tend to corrupt perverted minds.
Who can love the man he fears. or by who he thinks he is himself feared?
While all other things are uncertain, evanescent, and ephemeral, virtue alone is fixed with deep roots; it can neither be overthrown by any violence or moved from its place.
The diligent farmer plants trees, of which he himself will never see the fruit.
The pursuit, even of the best things, ought to be calm and tranquil.
There are gems of thought that are ageless and eternal.