My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both

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

As Peace Is Of All Goodness, So War Is An Emblem, A Hieroglyphic, Of All Misery.

How Imperfect Is All Our Knowledge!

I Shall Die Reading; Since My Book And A Grave Are So Near.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee