It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.

Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period.