It Does Not Matter How Slowly You

I Have Never Seen A Man As Fond Of Virtue As Of Women.

At Fifteen, My Mind Was Bent On Learning. At Thirty, I Stood Firm. At Forty, I Had No Doubts. At Fifty, I Knew The Decrees Of Heaven. At Sixty, My Ear Was Receptive To Truth. At Seventy, I Could Follow My Heart's Desires Without Sin.

The Failure To Cultivate Virtue, The Failure To Examine And Analyze What I Have Learned, The Inability To Move Toward Righteousness After Being Shown The Way, The Inability To Correct My Faults-these Are The Causes Of My Grief.

The Love To Wisdom Is Getting Closer To The Own Bright Path.

If We Don't Know Life, How Can We Know Death?