They call themselves saints, but no one sees it
in their actions; who would put faith in such
men? Their purity vanishes with the hour of
trouble. In the rains, brooks look like rivers; when
the flood passes, not a drop remains. A pebble,
says Tuka, may look like a diamond afar, but it
cannot stand the anvil.
in their actions; who would put faith in such
men? Their purity vanishes with the hour of
trouble. In the rains, brooks look like rivers; when
the flood passes, not a drop remains. A pebble,
says Tuka, may look like a diamond afar, but it
cannot stand the anvil.