How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
JOHN DONNEBatter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
More John Donne Quotes
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Death is an ascension to a better library.
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Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
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Who are a little wise the best fools be.
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How imperfect is all our knowledge!
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Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.
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No man is an island unto himself.
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Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.
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If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
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As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
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All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
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As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
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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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Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
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Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.
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