Art Is The Perfection Of Nature, ...

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.

Suicide Is Not To Fear Death, But Yet To Be Afraid Of Life. It Is A Brave Act Of Valour To Contemn Death; But When Life Is More Terrible Than Death, It Is Then The Truest Valour To Dare To Live; And Herein Religion Hath Taught Us A Noble Example, For All The Valiant Acts Of Curtius, Scarvola, Or Codrus, Do Not Parallel Or Match That One Of Job.

But Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave, Solemnizing Nativities And Deaths With Equal Lustre, Nor Omitting Ceremonies Of Bravery, In The Infamy Of His Nature. Life Is A Pure Flame, And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us For Dying.

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