(death Is) A Leap Into The Dark.

But The Iniquity Of Oblivion Blindly Scattereth Her Poppy, And Deals With The Memory Of Men Without Distinction To Merit Of Perpetuity.

Persecution Is A Bad And Indirect Way To Plan Religion.

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

Gravestones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years.

The Discourses Of The Table Among True Loving Friends Are Held In Strict Silence.