O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.
Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
Be like a solid tower whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow; the man who lets his thoughts be turned aside by one thing or another, will lose sight of his true goal, his mind sapped of its strength.
Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.