Friends Share All Things.

The Wind Is Blowing. Adore The Wind.

Above All Have Respect For Yourself.

A Good Soul Hath Neither Too Great Joy, Nor Too Great Sorrow: For It Rejoiceth In Goodness; And It Sorroweth In Wickedness. By The Means Whereof, When It Beholdeth All Things, And Seeth The Good And Bad So Mingled Together, It Can Neither Rejoice Greatly; Nor Be Grieved With Over Much Sorrow.

Hate And Fear Breed A Poison In The Blood, Which If Continued, Affects Eyes, Ears, Nose And The Organs Of Digestion. Therefore, It Is Not Wise To Hear And Remember The Unkind Things Others Might Say About You.

Number Is The Within Of All Things.