Light Is But The Shadow Of God.

The World, Which Took Six Days To Make, Is Likely To Take Us Six Thousand Years To Make Out.

We Carry Within Us The Wonders We Seek Without Us.

Gardens Were Before Gardeners, And But Some Hours After The Earth.

I Would Not Live Over My Hours Past ... Not Unto Cicero's Ground Because I Have Lived Them Well, But For Fear I Should Live Them Worse.

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