(Death is) A leap into the dark.

I love to lose myself in a mystery to pursue my reason to an O altitudo.

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

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

Charity But how shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves? Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world; yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.

Light is but the shadow of God.

A diamond, which is the hardest of stones, not yielding unto steel, emery or any other thing, is yet made soft by the blood of a goat.