A good man ("un homme de bien", Fr.) never wholly perishes, the best part of his being outlives (or survives) in eternity.

When emptiness is still, that is eternity. When it moves, that is love.

The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets

Eternity! How know we but we stand

The love of power comes from a lack of the most important power, that of living a life of eternity with every creature.

No one understands eternity. One simply recognizes its existence.

Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

It seemed like an eternity to me. We just couldn't get going there.

If infinity is as they describe it, all things are not just possible but in the end certain ...

I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.