I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither.

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

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

And when a whirl-winde hath blowne the dust of the Churchyard into the Church, and man sweeps out the dust of the Church into the Church-yard, who will undertake to sift those dusts again, and to pronounce, This is the Patrician, this is the noble flower, and this the yeomanly, this the Plebian bran.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.

I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.