English Metaphysical Poet, Divine
"The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life."
"Death be not proud, though some have called Thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so... One short sleep past, we wake eternally and death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die."
"Eternity is not an everlasting flux of Tyme; but Tyme is a short parenthesis in a longe period."
"God is so omnipresent... That God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw."
"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me because I am involved with mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."
"The difference between reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows."
"God’s suffering for man was the Nadir, the lowerst point in God’s humiliation; man’s suffering for God is the Zenith, the highest point of man’s exaltation."
"Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough ot it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it, and made fit for God by that affliction."
"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. "
"When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language. "
"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. God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and His hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to another."
"o know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts."