Lord Deliver Me From Myself.

There Are No Grotesques In Nature; Not Anything Framed To Fill Up Empty Cantons, And Unnecessary Spaces.

Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let Out Life. I Shall Find One.

He That Unburied Lies Wants Not His Hearse, For Unto Him A Tomb's The Universe.

Affection Should Not Be Too Sharp Eyed, And Love Is Not Made By Magnifying Glasses.

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