The course of Nature is the art of God.
Edward Young
Profession: Poet
Nationality: British
Some suggestions for you :
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies.