But I Do Nothing Upon Myself, And

To Be No Part Of Any Body, Is To Be Nothing.

But I Do Nothing Upon Myself, And Yet I Am My Own Executioner.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.

All Mankind Is One Volume. When One Man Dies, A Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language. And Every Chapter Must Be Translated. God Employs Several Translators; Some Pieces Are Translated By Age, Some By Sickness, Some By War, Some By Justice. But God's Hand Shall Bind Up All Our Scattered Leaves Again For That Library Where Every Book Shall Live Open To One Another

Take Me To You, Imprison Me, For I, Except You Enthrall Me, Never Shall Be Free, Nor Ever Chaste, Except You Ravish Me.