Death Is An Ascension To A Better

Any Man's Death Diminishes Me, Because I Am Involved In Mankind; And Therefore Never Send To Know For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee.

Great Sins Are Great Possessions; But Levities And Vanities Possess Us Too; And Men Had Rather Part With Christ Than With Any Possession.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.

Women Are Like The Arts, Forced Unto None, Open To All Searchers, Unprized, If Unknown.

Love's Mysteries In Souls Do Grow, But Yet The Body Is His Book.