Hell Is More Bearable Than Nothingness.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

The Worst Men Often Give The Best Advice. Our Deeds Are Sometimes Better Than Our Thoughts.

It Is Sad To See The Light Of Beauty Wane Away, Know Eyes Are Dimming, Bosoms Shrivelling, Feet Losing Their Springs, And Limbs Their Lily Roundness; But It Is Worse To Feel The Heart-spring Gone, To Lose Hope, Care Not For The Coming Thing, And Feel All Things Go To Decay Within Us.

It Is Much Less What We Do Than What We Think, Which Fits Us For The Future.

I Cannot Be Content With Less Than Heaven.