Kind Pity Chokes My Spleen.

All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.

Love's Mysteries In Souls Do Grow, But Yet The Body Is His Book.

Nature's Great Masterpiece, An Elephant; The Only Harmless Great Thing.

Our Critical Day Is Not The Very Day Of Our Death; But The Whole Course Of Our Life.

Death Is An Ascension To A Better Library.