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• Nature is the art of God. -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect. xvi
• The thousand doors that lead to death. -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect.
  xliv...
• There is no road or ready way to virtue. -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect.
  lv...
• The heart of man is the place the Devil 's in: I feel sometimes a hell within myself.
  -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect. li...
• Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua. -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part ii, Sect.
  xii...
• It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of faces there should be none alike.
  -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part ii, Sect. ii...
• Sleep is a death; oh, make me try By sleeping what it is to die, And as gently lay my head On my grave as now my bed!
  -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part ii, Sect. xii...
• Sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.
  For there is music wherever there is harmony, order and proportio...
• I look upon you as gem of the old rock.
  -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Dedication to Urn-Burial...