Hell Is Not In Torture;

Only When You Drink From The River Of Silence Shall You Indeed Sing. And When You Have Reached The Mountain Top, Then You Shall Begin To Climb. And When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

Men Would Bless You Or Curse You; The Curse, A Protest Against Failure, The Blessing, A Hymn Of The Hunter Who Comes Back From The Hills With Provision For His Mate.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding. Even As The Stone Of The Fruit Must Break, That Its Heart May Stand In The Sun, So Must You Know Pain.

In The Sweetness Of Friendship Let There Be Laughter, And Sharing Of Pleasures. For In The Dew Of Little Things The Heart Finds Its Morning And Is Refreshed.

Each Day Look Into Your Conscience And Amend Your Faults; If You Fail In This Duty You Will Be Untrue To The Knowledge And Reason That Are Within You. Keep A Watchful Eye Over Yourself As If You Were Your Own Enemy; For You Cannot Learn To Govern Yourself, Unless You First Learn To Govern Your Own Passions And Obey The Dictates Of Your Conscience.