Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?