Should We All Confess Our Sins To

Let Your Bending In The Archer's Hand Be For Gladness, For Even As He Loves The Arrow That Flies, So He Loves Also The Bow That Is Stable.

As The Strings Of A Lute Are Apart Though They Quiver The Same Music.

Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets Of The Days And The Nights.

Exaggeration Is Truth That Has Lost Its Temper.

He Who Does Not Seek Advice Is A Fool. His Folly Blinds Him To Truth And Makes Him Evil, Stubborn, And A Danger To His Fellow Man.