The Awful Shadow Of Some

Only Nature Knows How To Justly Proportion To The Fault The Punishment It Deserves.

How Wonderful Is Death! Death And His Brother Sleep.

It Is Vain Philosophy That Supposes More Causes Than Are Exactly Adequate To Explain The Phenomena Of Things.

The Cemetery Is An Open Space Among The Ruins, Covered In Winter With Violets And Daisies. It Might Make One In Love With Death, To Think That One Should Be Buried In So Sweet A Place.

The Wise Want Love; And Those Who Love Want Wisdom.