Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.

Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment.

Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.

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.

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.