Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls;

So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Often.

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.

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

I Count All That Part Of My Life Lost Which I Spent Not In Communion With God, Or In Doing Good.

I Will Not Look Upon The Quickening Sun, But Straight Her Beauty To My Sense Shall Run; The Air Shall Note Her Soft, The Fire Most Pure; Water Suggest Her Clear, And The Earth Sure; Time Shall Not Lose Our Passages.