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• Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua. -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part ii, Sect.
  xii...
• The thousand doors that lead to death. -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect.
  xliv...
• Nature is the art of God. -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect. xvi
• There is no road or ready way to virtue. -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect.
  lv...
• 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...
• 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...
• Too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.
  -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect. vi...
• 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...
• Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won't engulf my head, I can see by infrared, How I hate the night.
  Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep, Sweet dream wishes you can keep, How I hate the night....