“I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.”

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

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

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

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.

I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.

God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?

We give each other a smile with a future in it.