Death Hath A Thousand Doors

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

A Little Water Makes A Sea, A Small Puff Of Wind A Tempest.

If There Be Any Among Those Common Objects Of Hatred I Do Contemn And Laugh At, It Is That Great Enemy Of Reason, Virtue, And Religion, The Multitude; That Numerous Piece Of Monstrosity, Which, Taken Asunder, Seem Men, And The Reasonable Creatures Of God, But, Confused Together, Make But One Great Beast, And A Monstrosity More Prodigious Than Hydra.

The Discourses Of The Table Among True Loving Friends Are Held In Strict Silence.

Light That Makes Things Seen, Makes Some Things Invisible.