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That Miracles Have Been, I Do Believe; That They May Yet Be Wrought By The Living, I Do Not Deny: But Have No Confidence In Those Which Are Fathered On The Dead.

I Can Hardly Thinke There Was Any Scared Into Heaven; They Go The Surest Way To Heaven Who Would Serve God Without A Hell; Other Mercenaries, That Crouch Unto Him In Feare Of Hell, Though They Terme Themselves Servants, Are Indeed But The Slaves Of The Almighty.

To Believe Only Possibilities Is Not Faith, But Mere Philosophy.

I Had Rather Stand The Shock Of A Basilisk Than The Fury Of A Merciless Pen.

Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let Out Life. I Shall Find One.