To Be Content With Death May Be

Festination May Prove Precipitation; Deliberating Delay May Be Wise Cunctation.

Sleep Is Death's Younger Brother, And So Like Him, That I Never Dare Trust Him Without My Prayers.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.

The Mortalist Enemy Unto Knowledge, And That Which Hath Done The Greatest Execution Unto Truth, Has Been A Preemptory Adhesion Unto Authority.

Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World.