If a weakly mortal is to do anything in the world besides eat the bread thereof there must be a determined subordination of the whole nature to the one aim no trifling with time which is passing with strength which is only too limited.
A weak mind is like a microscope which magnifies trifling things but cannot receive great ones.
They that apply themselves to trifling matters commonly become incapable of great ones.
Can I just say here how much I hate the word 'pamper'? While pretending to celebrate and indulge women it actually implies that their bodies are so revolting that even their 'me time' must be dedicated to turning them into living dolls if potential suitors are to be prevented from running screaming in horror.