“Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; For, thus friends absent speak.” — John Donne Copy Share Image
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else. — John Donne Copy Share Image
I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that… — John Donne Copy Share Image
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“As virtuous men pass mildly away And whisper to their souls, to goe, While some of their friends doe say, The breath… — John Donne Copy Share Image
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a part of a continent, a part of the main; if… — John Donne Copy Share Image
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, "The… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life. — John Donne Copy Share Image
All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but… — John Donne Copy Share Image
We study health, and we deliberate upon our meats and drink and air and exercises, and we hew and we polish every stone that… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Commemoration of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator of the Scriptures, 1922 A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Various content To your eyes, ears, and tongue, and every part. If then your body go, what need you a heart? — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ; That I may rise,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity. — John Donne Copy Share Image
For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull… — John Donne Copy Share Image
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and… — John Donne Copy Share Image
All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by… — John Donne Copy Share Image
