Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

Though truth and falsehood be Near twins, yet truth a little elder is.

The sun must not set upon anger, much less will I let the sun set upon the anger of God towards me.

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.

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.