Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

Faith Is To Believe What You Do Not Yet See: The Reward For This Faith Is To See What You Believe. Thus All Below Is Strength, And All Above Is Grace.

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.