They saw the worries, the dangers, the sure end of ambition.

They wrote their cautions and warnings against it in this graphic story.

Why will men and women, for the sake of an uncertain and unsure goal, tempt the Fates, and, at the same time, surely bring upon themselves a thousand unnecessary worries that sting, nag, taunt, fret, and distress?
Far better seek a goal of certainty, a harbor of sureness, in the doing of kindly deeds, noble actions, unselfish devotion to the uplift of others.

In this mad rush of ambitious selfishness, such a life aim may _seem_ chimerical, yet it is the only aim that will reach, attain, endure.

For all earthly fame, ambitious attainment, honor, glory is evanescent and temporary.
Like the wealth of the miser, it must be left behind.