See it now empty, and left open to the passersby.

How much does its fate resemble that of so many who, like it, only change their occupation to hasten the faster to ruin! I am struck by this last reflection: since the morning everything seems to speak to me, and with the same warning tone.

Everything says: "Take care! be content with your happy, though humble lot; happiness can be retained only by constancy; do not forsake your old patrons for the protection of those who are unknown!" Are they the outward objects which speak thus, or does the warning come from within?
Is it not I myself who give this language to all that surrounds me?
The world is but an instrument, to which we give sound at will.

But what does it signify if it teaches us wisdom?
The low voice that speaks in our breasts is always a friendly voice, for it tells us what we are, that is to say, what is our capability.

Bad conduct results, for the most part, from mistaking our calling.