Such a life, entering the harbor of old age, is like unto a bestormed ship with empty coal bins, whose crew fed the furnace, first with the cargo and then with the furniture, and reached the harbor, having made the ship a burned-cut shell.

God buries the souls of many men long years before their bodies are carried to the graveyard.
This principle tells us why nature and society are so prodigal with treasures to some men and so niggardly to others.

What a different thing a forest is to different men! He who gives the ax receives a mast.

He who gives taste receives a picture.

He who gives imagination receives a poem.