The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us

There Are No Grotesques In Nature; Not Anything Framed To Fill Up Empty Cantons, And Unnecessary Spaces.

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.

They That Endeavour To Abolish Vice Destroy Also Virtue, For Contraries, Though They Destroy One Another, Are Yet The Life Of One Another.

Sleep Is A Death, O Make Me Try By Sleeping, What It Is To Die, And As Gently Lay My Head On My Grave, As Now My Bed.

Oblivion Is Not To Be Hired.