To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
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.
I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.
Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
Death is an ascension to a better library.
Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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
The whole life of Christ was a continual Passion; others die martyrs but Christ was born a martyr. He found a Golgotha even in Bethlehem, where he was born; for to his tenderness then the straws were almost as sharp as the thorns after, and the manger as uneasy at first as his cross at last. His birth and his death were but one continual act, and his Christmas day and his Good Friday are but the evening and morning of one and the same day. And as even his birth is his death, so every action and passage that manifests Christ to us is his birth, for Epiphany is manifestation.
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.
Sleep is pain's easiest salve
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
I am a little world made cunningly.
Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfil All offices of death, except to kill.
As soon as there was two there was pride.
I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
This only is charity, to do all, all that we can.
No man is an island unto himself.
Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
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