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.

Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.