Friends are ourselves.
Men have conceived a twofold use of sleep; it is a refreshing of the body in this life, and a preparing of the soul for the next.
We love and understand talent; we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world to catch up.
All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.
ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it I do believe, and take it.