My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, for man's anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires.
Beverly SillsAbout author
- Author's profession: Musician
- Nationality: american
- Born: May 25, 1929
- Died: July 2, 2007
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