The life of man is the incessant walk of nature, wherein every moment is a step towards death. Even our growing to perfection is a progress to decay. Every thought we have is a sand running out of the glass of life. _Feltham._ 134. I have observed that as long as a man lives and exerts himself he can always find food and raiment, though, it may be, not of the choicest description. _Goethe._ 135. There are no riches like the sweetness of content, nor poverty comparable to the want of patience. _R. Chamberlain._ 136. ’Tis not for gain, for fame, from fear That righteous men injustice shun, And virtuous men hold virtue dear: An inward voice they seem to hear, Which tells them duty must be done. _Mahābhārata._ 137. As far and wide the vernal breeze Sweet odours waft from blooming trees, So, too, the grateful savour spreads To distant lands of virtuous deeds. _Sanskrit._ 138. In this world, however little happiness may have been our portion, yet have we no desire to die. Whether he can speak of life as cheerful and delicate, or as full of pain, anxiety, and sorrow, never yet have I seen one who wished to die. _Firdausī._ 139. When morning silvers the dark firmament, Why shrills the bird of dawning his lament? It is to show in dawn’s bright looking-glass How of thy careless life a night is spent. _Omar Khayyām._ 140. Be thou generous, and gentle, and forgiving; as God hath scattered upon thee, scatter thou upon others. _Sa’dī._ 141. In the body restraint is good; good is restraint in speech; in thought restraint is good: good is restraint in all things. _Dhammapada._ 142. Men say that everyone is naturally a lover of himself, and that it is right that it should be so. This is a mistake; for in fact the cause of all the blunders committed by man arises from this excessive self-love. For the lover is blinded by the object loved, so that he passes a wrong judgment upon what is just, good, and beautiful, thinking that he ought always to honour what belongs to himself, in preference to truth. For he who intends to be a great man ought to love neither himself nor his own things, but only what is just, whether it happens to be done by himself or by another. _Plato._ 143. A man eminent in learning has not even a little virtue if he fears to practise it. What precious things can be shown to a blind man when he holds a lamp in his hand?