Were The Happiness Of The Next World

It Is We That Are Blind, Not Fortune.

All The Wonders You Seek Are Within Yourself.

The Religion Of One Seems Madness Unto Another.

Half Our Days We Pass In The Shadow Of The Earth; And The Brother Of Death Exacteth A Third Part Of Our Lives.

And Surely, He That Hath Taken The True Altitude Of Things, And Rightly Calculated The Degenerate State Of This Age, Is Not Like To Envy Those That Shall Live In The Next, Much Less Three Or Four Hundred Years Hence, When No Man Can Comfortably Imagine What Face This World Will Carry.