Lust-bred Diseases Rot Thee.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.

Kind Pity Chokes My Spleen.

A Mathematical Point Is The Most Indivisble And Unique Thing Which Art Can Present.

Death Comes Equally To Us All, And Makes Us All Equal When It Comes.

Doubt Wisely; In Strange Way To Stand Inquiring Right, Is Not To Stray; To Sleep, Or Run Wrong, Is.