Men perish with whispering sins-nay, with silent sins, sins that never tell the conscience that they are sins, as often with crying sins; and in hell there shall meet as many men that never thought what was sin, as that spent all their thoughts in the compassing of sin.

John Donne

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No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of th... by John Donne

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

teamwork grieving men

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one... by John Donne

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

summer spring beauty

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 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 bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

inspirational friendship death

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it com... by John Donne

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

equal political wisdom

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee by John Donne

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

bereavement grief death

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....As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all....No man is an island, entire of itself...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.

islands men book

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so. by John Donne

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

fool love two

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail. by John Donne

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

jail motivational world

More than kisses, letters mingle souls. by John Donne

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

kissing love romantic

How imperfect is all our knowledge! by John Donne

How imperfect is all our knowledge!

imperfect

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, mon... by John Donne

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

rags time love

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.

grief peace death

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.

yesterday running love

O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves,... by John Donne

O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.

suffering needs thinking

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but t... by John Donne

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

men death book

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book. by John Donne

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

soul love book

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd? by John Donne

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd?

wedding-poetry wonder love

True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.

true-joy soul heaven

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

sleep integrity night

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp. by John Donne

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

passionate men art