What once were vices are manners now.
No wind blows in favor of a ship without direction.
It's the great soul that surrenders itself to fate, but a puny degenerate thing that struggles.
The way is long if one follows precepts, but short... if one follows patterns.
If thou wishest to get rid of thy evil propensities, thou must keep far from evil companions.
Nature ever provides for her own exigencies.