Do you see, my children, except God, nothing is solid — nothing, nothing! If it is life, it passes away; if it is fortune, it crumbles away; if it is health, it is destroyed; if it is reputation, it is attacked. We are scattered like the wind. . . . Every thing is passing away full speed, every thing is going to ruin, O God! O God! how much those are to be pitied, then, who set their hearts on all these things!
— St. Jean Marie Vianney, Catechism on the Love of God, from The Spirit of the Curé of Ars, translated by a priest of the Oratory of St. Philip Neri, 1865