For What Is The Self-complacent Man But

Is Any Man Skillful Enough To Have Fashioned Himself?

Narrow Is The Mansion Of My Soul; Enlarge Thou It, That Thou Mayest Enter In. It Is Ruinous; Repair Thou It. It Has That Within Which Must Offend Thine Eyes; I Confess And Know It. But Who Shall Cleanse It? Or To Whom Should I Cry, Save Thee? Lord, Cleanse Me From My Secret Faults, And Spare Thy Servant From The Power Of The Enemy. I Believe, And Therefore Do I Speak.

The One Who Sings, Prays Twice.

The Wicked Have Told Me Of Things That Delight Them, But Not Such Things As Your Law Has To Tell.

I Have Said Before, And I Shall Say Again, That I Write This Book For Love Of Your Love.