For Sufferers It Is Sweet

Let There Be Wealth Without Tears; Enough For The Wise Man Who Will Ask No Further.

Alas For The Affairs Of Men! When They Are Fortunate You Might Compare Them To A Shadow; And If They Are Unfortunate, A Wet Sponge With One Dash Wipes The Picture Away.

The So-called Mother Of The Child Isn't The Child's Begetter, But Only A Sort Of Nursing Soil For The New-sown Seed. The Man, The One On Top, Is The True Parent, While She, A Stranger, Foster's A Stranger's Sprout.

But From The Good Health Of The Mind Comes That Which Is Dear To All And The Object Of Prayer-happiness.

God's Most Lordly Gift To Man Is Decency Of Mind.