Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!

I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.