As High As Heaven, As Deep As

Bad's The Best Of Us.

There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness; It Grows Up By Degrees.

But What Is Past My Help Is Past My Care.

Let No Man Fear To Die, We Love To Sleep All, And Death Is But The Sounder Sleep.

All Confidence Which Is Not Absolute And Entire, Is Dangerous. There Are Few Occasions But Where A Man Ought Either To Say All, Or Conceal All; For, How Little So Ever You Have Revealed Of Your Secret To A Friend, You Have Already Said Too Much If You Think It Not Safe To Make Him Privy To All Particulars.