A little water makes a sea, a small puff of wind a Tempest.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.
A man is never alone, not only because he is with himself and his own thoughts, but because he is with the Devil, who ever consorts with our solitude.
He who discommendeth others obliquely commendeth himself (Christian morals).
Rich with the spoils of nature.
We term sleep a death, and yet it is waking that kills us, and destroys those spirits that are the house of life.