I Am A Little World

Die Not, Poore Death, Nor Yet Canst Thou Kill Me.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee

All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.

Any Man's Death Diminishes Me, Because I Am Involved In Mankind; And Therefore Never Send To Know For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.