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.

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

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

All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by a year, now, than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things, to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay; This, no tomorrow hash, nor yesterday, Running, it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.