Of All Discourse , Governed By Desire

As Soon As A Thought Darts, I Write It Down.

A Wise Man Should So Write (though In Words Understood By All Men) That Wise Men Only Should Be Able To Commend Him.

And Where Men Build On False Grounds, The More They Build, The Greater Is The Ruine

I Mean By The Universe, The Aggregate Of All Things That Have Being In Themselves; And So Do All Men Else. And Because God Has A Being, It Follows That He Is Either The Whole Universe, Or Part Of It. Nor Does His Lordship Go About To Disprove It, But Only Seems To Wonder At It.

It's Not The Pace Of Life I Mind. It's The Sudden Stop At The End.