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And Surely, He That Hath Taken The True Altitude Of Things, And Rightly Calculated The Degenerate State Of This Age, Is Not Like To Envy Those That Shall Live In The Next, Much Less Three Or Four Hundred Years Hence, When No Man Can Comfortably Imagine What Face This World Will Carry.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

Therefore For Spirits, I Am So Far From Denying Their Existence That I Could Easily Believe, That Not Only Whole Countries, But Particular Persons, Have Their Tutelary And Guardian Angels.

Sleep Is Death's Younger Brother, And So Like Him, That I Never Dare Trust Him Without My Prayers.

The Religion Of One Seems Madness Unto Another.