So let the highest good reach a place where no force can knock it down. A place where pain cannot reach, nor hope, nor fear, nor anything else that could weaken the power of what is truly good. Only virtue can climb to that height. With virtue's help, we must make that climb. Virtue will stand firm and endure whatever happens — not just with resignation, but willingly. Virtue knows that all hard times follow natural laws. Like a good soldier, virtue will bear wounds and count scars. Even when pierced through and dying, virtue will still love the general she dies for. Virtue remembers the old saying: "Follow God."
Let the highest good, then, rise to that height from whence no force can dislodge it, whither neither pain can ascend, nor hope, nor fear, nor anything else that can impair the authority of the "highest good." Thither virtue alone can make her way: by her aid that hill must be climbed: she will bravely stand her ground and endure whatever may befal her not only resignedly, but even willingly: she will know that all hard times come in obedience to natural laws, and like a good soldier she will bear wounds, count scars, and when transfixed and dying will yet adore the general for whom she falls: she will bear in mind the old maxim "Follow God."