If Doing What Ought To Be Done

It Was By Music That The Ancient Kings Gave Elegant Expression To Their Joy. By Their Armies And Axes They Gave The Same To Their Anger.

Wherever You Go, Go With All Your Heart.

The Master Said, 'quietly To Store Up Knowledge In My Mind, To Learn Without Flagging, To Teach Without Growing Weary, These Present Me With No Difficulties.'

Let A Man Be Stimulated By Poetry, Established By The Rules Of Propriety, And Perfected By Music.

How Great Is The Path Proper To The Sage! Like Overflowing Water, It Sends Forth And Nourishes All Things, And Rises Up To The Height Of Heaven. All-complete Is Its Greatness! It Embraces The Three Hundred Rules Of Ceremony, And The Three Thousand Rules Of Demeanor. It Waits For The Proper Man, And Then It Is Trodden. Hence It Is Said, 'only By Perfect Virtue Can The Perfect Path, In All Its Courses, Be Made A Fact.'