And Is It Not Obvious That, Just

I Feel Engulfed In The Infinite Immensity Of Spaces Whereof I Know Nothing, And Which Know Nothing Of Me, I Am Terrified The Eternal Silence Of These Infinite Spaces Alarms Me.

To Make A Man A Saint, It Must Indeed Be By Grace; And Whoever Doubts This Does Not Know What A Saint Is, Or A Man.

To Deny, To Believe, And To Doubt Well, Are To A Man What The Race Is To A Horse.

Vanity Is Illustrated In The Cause And Effect Of Love, As In The Case Of Cleopatra.

We Run Heedlessly Into The Abyss After Putting Something In Front Of Us To Stop Us From Seeing It.