Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
All mankind is one volume. When one man dies, a chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language. And every chapter must be translated. God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. But God's hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall live open to one another
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
we give each other a smile with a future in it
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated....As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all....No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.
I shall not live 'till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
Death is an ascension to a better library.
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd?
Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
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