He moves by affection, not for affection; he loves glory, scorns shame, and governeth and obeyeth with one countenance, for it comes from one consideration.
Knowing reason to be no idle gift of nature, he is the steersman of his own destiny.

Truth is his goddess, and he takes pains to get her, not to look like her.

Unto the society of men he is a sun, whose clearness directs their steps in a regular motion.

He is the wise man's friend, the example of the indifferent, the medicine of the vicious.

Thus time goeth not from him, but with him, and he feels age more by the strength of his soul than by the weakness of his body.