She was one of those women of good family who no longer exist, elegant, distinguished, and haughty, whose pallor and thinness seem to say, 'I am conquered by the era, like all my breed. I am dying, but I despise you,' and - devil take me! - plebeian as I am, and though it is not very philosophical , I cannot help finding that beautiful.
Humility carries less weight and it makes things float. Pride is weighty and it makes things sink! It takes humility then for a ‘ship’, regardless of how loaded it is, to float on the surface of the ‘sea’. And it takes pride for the ‘small stone’ to sink when dropped into the ‘sea’! Go with humility then!