Men perish with whispering sins-nay, with silent sins, sins that never tell the conscience that they are sins, as often with crying sins; and in hell there shall meet as many men that never thought what was sin, as that spent all their thoughts in the compassing of sin.

Contemplative and bookish men must of necessity be more quarrelsome than others, because they contend not about matter of fact, nor can determine their controversies by any certain witnesses, nor judges. But as long as they go towards peace, that is Truth, it is no matter which way.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

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

Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.

Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.

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?