Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.

Yes, even amongst wiser militants, how many wounds have been given, and credits slain, for the poor victory of an opinion, or beggarly conquest of a distinction.

Art is the perfection of nature, ... nature is the art of God.

The world, which took six days to make, is likely to take us six thousand years to make out.

Let him have the key of thy heart, who hath the lock of his own.

Oblivion is not to be hired: The greater part must be content to be as though they had not been, to be found in the Register of God, not in the record of man.