Reading this brings the thoughts to Kahlil Gibrans book the Profet. The section "On Houses" reads: ... Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, tha

Reading this brings the thoughts to Kahlil Gibrans book the Profet. The section "On Houses" reads: ... Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and becomes a host, and then a master? Ay, and it becomes a tamer, and with hook and scourge makes puppets of your larger desires. Though its hands are silken, its heart is of iron. It lulls you to sleep only to stand by your bed and jeer at the dignity of the flesh. It makes mock of your sound senses, and lays them in thistledown like fragile vessels. Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral. ...