“One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.”

As God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.

How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!

Nature hath no goal though she hath law.

Who are a little wise the best fools be.

Friends are ourselves.

A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .

Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.

If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.

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?

For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

As soon as there was two there was pride.

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.

What if this present were the world’s last night?

Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.

I am a little world made cunningly.

I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death.

We should keep the dead before our eyes, and honor them as though still living.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

So, have a little fun. Soon enough you’ll be dead and burning in Hell with the rest of your family.

Truly man is the king of beasts, for his brutality exceeds them. We live by the death of others. We are burial places.

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.

No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew it was the greatest of evils.