“The Number our envious Persons, confirmation our capability.”
“Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk.(Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)”
“Our object must be to bring our territory into harmony with the numbers of our population.”
“We are ever capable of change and ever capable of being our better selves”
“So we make stories of our own, in fevered and envious imitation of our Maker, hoping that we'll tell, by chance, what God left untold. And finishing our tale, come to understand why we were born.”
“Our abode in this world is transitory, our life therein is but a loan... Our breaths are numbered and our indolence is manifest.”