There Is No Man Alone,

With What Shift And Pains We Come Into The World We Remember Not; But 'tis Commonly Found No Easy Matter To Get Out Of It.

Yet Is Every Man His Greatest Enemy, And, As It Were, His Own Executioner.

Whosoever Enjoys Not This Life, I Count Him But An Apparition, Though He Wear About Him The Sensible Affections Of Flesh. In These Moral Acceptions, The Way To Be Immortal Is To Die Daily.

Therefore For Spirits, I Am So Far From Denying Their Existence That I Could Easily Believe, That Not Only Whole Countries, But Particular Persons, Have Their Tutelary And Guardian Angels.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.