"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is..."
"O death! why dost thou touch the tree beneath whose spreading branches weariness hath rest? Why dost thou snatch away the excellent of the earth, in....."
"[Jesus continued:] "And why worry about a speck in your friend's eye when you have a log in your own? How can you think of saying to your friend, 'Let..."
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