Sleep Is A Death, O Make Me

The Severe Schools Shall Never Laugh Me Out Of The Philosophy Of Hermes, That This Visible World Is But A Picture Of The Invisible, Wherein As In A Portrait, Things Are Not Truly, But In Equivocal Shapes, And As They Counterfeit Some Real Substance In That Invisible Fabric.

The Created World Is But A Small Parenthesis In Eternity.

To Extend Our Memories By Monuments, Whose Death We Daily Pray For, And Whose Duration We Cannot Hope, Without Injury To Our Expectations In The Advent Of The Last Day, Were A Contradiction To Our Belief.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

Festination May Prove Precipitation; Deliberating Delay May Be Wise Cunctation.