Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.

That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.

All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated....As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all....No man is an island, entire of itself...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.

Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?

Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.

There is in every miracle a silent chiding of the world, and a tacit reprehension of them who require, or who need miracles.

The day breaks not, it is my heart.