Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let

I Am Not So Much Afraid Of Death, As Ashamed Thereof, 'tis The Very Disgrace And Ignominy Of Our Natures.

We Term Sleep A Death, And Yet It Is Waking That Kills Us, And Destroys Those Spirits That Are The House Of Life.

Flattery Is A Juggler, And No Kin Unto Sincerity.

The Vices We Scoff At In Others Laugh At Us Within Ourselves.

A Wise Man Is Out Of The Reach Of Fortune.