Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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.
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.
I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
Sleep is pain's easiest salve
Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
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
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfil All offices of death, except to kill.
To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.
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.
No man is an island unto himself.
The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd?
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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