Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
JOHN DONNEReason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
More John Donne Quotes
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God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God.
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And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
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Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
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No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
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If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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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.
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Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
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Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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As soon as there was two there was pride.
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Who are a little wise the best fools be.
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Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
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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?
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Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
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