John DonneThinkers

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

The Bell is, in each instance, a harbinger of your own death — ask not for whom it tolls; it tolls for thee

Death is neither might nor dreadful — it ought not be proud, for those whom it thinkest it overthrows die not.

Death is awaiting us all — Never send to know for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee.

Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.

Executioner is i do nothing upon myself, and yet i am my own executioner.

The Friend is ourselves.

Health is a myth; at best, we enjoy but neutrality.

Immortality is in man's nature — it ought not be proud, for those whom it thinkest it overthrows die not.

Joy is the serenity of heaven, as despair is the damp of hell.

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.