There Is No Man Alone, Because Every

Flattery Is A Juggler, And No Kin Unto Sincerity.

As Sins Proceed They Ever Multiply, And Like Figures In Arithmetic, The Last Stands For More Than All That Wert Before It.

To Be Content With Death May Be Better Than To Desire It.

Art Is The Perfection Of Nature, ... Nature Is The Art Of God.

Men Have Lost Their Reason In Nothing So Much As Their Religion, Wherein Stones And Clouts Make Martyrs.