Gravestones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years.

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

For The World, I Count It Not An Inn, But A Hospital; And A Place Not To Live, But To Die In.

To Believe Only Possibilities Is Not Faith, But Mere Philosophy.

The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us For Dying.

For God Is Like A Skilfull Geometrician.