I Observe The Physician With The Same

From Rest And Sleep, Which But Thy Pictures Be, Much Pleasure, Then From Thee Much More, Must Flow, And Soonest Our Best Men With Thee Do Go, Rest Of Their Bones, And Soul's Delivery.

Never Start With Tomorrow To Reach Eternity. Eternity Is Not Being Reached By Small Steps.

How Imperfect Is All Our Knowledge!

Man Hath Weaved Out A Net, And This Net Throwne Upon The Heavens, And Now They Are His Own.

Death Is An Ascension To A Better Library.