Other Men's Crosses Are Not My Crosses.

Batter My Heart, Three-personed God, For You As Yet But Knock; Breathe, Shine, And Seek To Mend; That I May Rise, And Stand, O'erthrow Me, And Bend Your Force To Break, Blow, Burn, And Make Me New.

No Man Is An Island, Entire Of Itself; Every Man Is A Piece Of The Continent.

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

If We Consider Eternity, Into That Time Never Entered; Eternity Is Not An Everlasting Flux Of Time, But Time Is As A Short Parenthesis In A Long Period; And Eternity Had Been The Same As It Is, Though Time Had Never Been.

Death, Thou Shalt Die.