The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us

Life Itself Is But The Shadow Of Death, And Souls Departed But The Shadows Of The Living: All Things Fall Under This Name. The Sun Itself Is But The Dark Simulacrum, And The Light But The Shadow Of God.

And Surely, He That Hath Taken The True Altitude Of Things, And Rightly Calculated The Degenerate State Of This Age, Is Not Like To Envy Those That Shall Live In The Next, Much Less Three Or Four Hundred Years Hence, When No Man Can Comfortably Imagine What Face This World Will Carry.

Think Not Thy Time Short In This World, Since The World Itself Is Not Long. The Created World Is But A Small Parenthesis In Eternity, And A Short Interposition, For A Time, Between Such A State Of Duration As Was Before It And May Be After It.

It Is We That Are Blind, Not Fortune.

Natura Nihil Agit Frustra [nature Does Nothing In Vain] Is The Only Indisputible Axiom In Philosophy. There Are No Grotesques In Nature; Not Any Thing Framed To Fill Up Empty Cantons, And Unncecessary Spaces.