Good Is Not Good, Unless A Thousand

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.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.

Dull Sublunary Lovers' Love (whose Soul Is Sense) Cannot Admit Absence, Because It Doth Remove Those Things Which Elemented It.

But I Do Nothing Upon Myself, And Yet I Am My Own Executioner.

In Best Understandings, Sin Began, Angels Sinned First, Then Devils, And Then Man.