Twice Or Thrice Had I

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

Who Are A Little Wise The Best Fools Be.

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.

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.

To Know And Feel All This And Not Have The Words To Express It Makes A Human A Grave Of His Own Thoughts.