The mind is its own place, and in itself can make heaven of hell, a he >>
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my t >>
From man or angel the great Architect did wisely to conceal, and not d >>
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude forefathers of the ham >>
Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names. >>
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone live >>
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.