God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. John Donne on age
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. John Donne on art
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp. John Donne on art
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. John Donne on beauty
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. John Donne on beauty
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. John Donne on death
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. John Donne on death
Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right. John Donne on faith
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God. John Donne on god
More than kisses, letters mingle souls. John Donne on love
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail. John Donne on motivational
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant the only harmless great thing. John Donne on nature
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. John Donne on poetry
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no. John Donne on sad
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. John Donne on war
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty dies. John Donne on beauty
No man is an Island, entire of it self; 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 ifa promitory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; 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. John Donne on individuality
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. John Donne on love
Love is agrowing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night. John Donne on love
O, if thou car'st not whom I love alas, thou lov'st not me. John Donne on love