I love to lose myself in a mystery to pursue my reason to an O altitudo.
All the wonders you seek are within yourself.
Had not almost every man suffered by the Press, or were not the tyranny thereof become universal, I had not wanted reason for complaint.
There is no royal road or ready way to virtue.
The religion of one seems madness unto another.
He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.