There Is In Every Miracle A Silent

I Would Not That Death Should Take Me Asleep. I Would Not Have Him Merely Seize Me, And Only Declare Me To Be Dead, But Win Me, And Overcome Me. When I Must Shipwreck, I Would Do It In A Sea, Where Mine Impotency Might Have Some Excuse; Not In A Sullen Weedy Lake, Where I Could Not Have So Much As Exercise For My Swimming.

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

'tis The Year's Midnight, And It Is The Day's.

To An Incompetent Judge I Must Not Lie, But I May Be Silent; To A Competent I Must Answer.

True Joy Is The Earnest Which We Have Of Heaven, It Is The Treasure Of The Soul, And Therefore Should Be Laid In A Safe Place, And Nothing In This World Is Safe To Place It In.