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Many Of The Faults You See In Others, Dear Reader, Are Your Own Nature Reflected In Them.

When You Resolve To Become Pious, The Devil In Your Nature Cries Out At You, "tread Not Those Paths, O Confused One; Distress And Poverty Will Overcome You. You Will Be Despised, Let Down By Friends, You Will Regret It." Dread Of The Devil Has Bound Their Souls; The Cries Of The Devil Are The Drover Of The Damned; The Call Of The Lord Is A Guardian Of The Saints.

What You Are Seeking Is Also Seeking You.

When Water Is Still Like A Mirror It Can Behold The Moon.

Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.