But The Iniquity Of Oblivion Blindly Scattereth

Thus Is Man That Great And True Amphibium, Whose Nature Is Disposed To Live, Not Onely Like Other Creatures In Divers Elements, But In Divided And Distinguished Worlds: For Though There Be But One To Sense, There Are Two To Reason, The One Visible, The Other Invisible.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

Gravestones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years.

There Is No Man Alone, Because Every Man Is A Microcosm, And Carries The Whole World About Him.