Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.

I have taken pride in others, never in myself.

I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.

The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.

How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!

For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.

I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.