There is only one writer in whom I find something that reminds me of the directness of style which is found in the Bible. It is Shakespeare.
Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.
Out of my great sorrows, I make little songs.
Where words cease, there music begins.
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.