All The Wonders You Seek Are Within

He Who Must Needs Have Company, Must Needs Have Sometimes Bad Company.

But Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave, Solemnizing Nativities And Deaths With Equal Lustre, Nor Omitting Ceremonies Of Bravery, In The Infamy Of His Nature. Life Is A Pure Flame, And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

To Be Nameless In Worthy Deeds Exceeds An Infamous History.

Nature Proceeds Little By Little From Things Lifeless To Animal Life In Such A Way That It Is Impossible To Determine The Exact Line Ure Hath Made One World, And Art Another. In Brief, All Things Are Artificial; For Nature Is The Art Of God.

Grave-stones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years. Generations Pass While Families Last Not Three Oaks.