All I know is that so long I am asleep I am rid of all fears and hopes and toils and glory, and long live the man who invented sleep, the cloak that covers all human thirst.

Mere flimflam stories, and nothing but shams and lies.

Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within.

Whom God loves, his house is sweet to him.

God who sends the wound sends the medicine.

Until death it is all life.

I shall be as secret as the grave.