| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tanach: Proverbs 19: 4 Wealth addeth many friends; but as for the poor, his friend separateth himself from him.
Proverbs 19: 5 A false witness shall not be unpunished; and he that breatheth forth lies shall not escape.
Proverbs 19: 6 Many will entreat the favour of the liberal man; and every man is a friend to him that giveth gifts.
Proverbs 19: 7 All the brethren of the poor do hate him; how much more do his friends go far from him! He that pursueth words, they turn against him.
Proverbs 19: 8 He that getteth wisdom loveth his own soul; he that keepeth understanding shall find good.
Proverbs 19: 9 A false witness shall not be unpunished; and he that breatheth forth lies shall perish.
Proverbs 19: 10 Luxury is not seemly for a fool; much less for a servant to have rule over princes.
Proverbs 19: 11 It is the discretion of a man to be slow to anger, and it is his glory to pass over a transgression.
Proverbs 19: 12 The king's wrath is as the roaring of a lion; but his favour is as dew upon the grass.
Proverbs 19: 13 A foolish son is the calamity of his father; and the contentions of a wife are a continual dropping.
Proverbs 19: 14 House and riches are the inheritance of fathers; but a prudent wife is from the LORD.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: Heart-whole and soul-free
The august father
Gave to me.
XXVII - TO THE MUSE
RESIGN the rhapsody, the dream,
To men of larger reach;
Be ours the quest of a plain theme,
The piety of speech.
As monkish scribes from morning break
Toiled till the close of light,
Nor thought a day too long to make
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: straw in the bottom of an empty, I could sleep my fill until five or six.
I decided for the empty, and opened the supper-room door, where the table
was set for more than enough to include me; but the smell of the butter
that awaited us drove me out of the Hotel Brunswick to spend the
remaining minutes in the air.
"I was expecting you," said the girl. "Well, if I haven't frightened
him!" She laughed so delightfully that I recovered and laughed too.
"Why," she explained, "I just knew you'd not stay in there. Which side
are you going to butter your bread this evening?"
"You had smelt it?" said I, still cloudy with surprise. "Yes.
Unquestionably. Very rancid." She glanced oddly at me, and, with less
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