I had, early in life, a love for staging, but it is fast dying out. Nine hours over a rough road are enough to root out the most passionate love of that kind.
There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.
There is never a case when the root is in order and yet the branches are in order.
Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else.
So you think that money is the root of all evil. Have you ever asked what is the root of all money?