Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.
There is another man within me that's angry with me.
The created World is but a small Parenthesis in Eternity.
Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.
We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.
Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world.