And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in and invite God and his angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his angels, for the noise of…

Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in h…

'If heaven is the reason and dieing is the door, than why aren't we all leaving what's the drama for?'

I would not say that they were happy. They knew what was going to happen to them. Of course, they were told what was going to happen to them, and they were res…

The bullet that will kill me is not yet cast.