Quote

The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.

John Donne

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

John Donne
Died: 1631
Died: March 31
Lawyer
Pastor
Poet
Politician
Songwriter
Translator
Writer
London
England
Very Rev. John Donne
Purchased
Alms
Kingdom
Kingdoms
Rich
Heaven
Poor
Humanitarianism

More quotes by John Donne

Image
Love is a growing, or full constant light And his first minute, after noon, is night.
John Donne
Image
The sun must not set upon anger, much less will I let the sun set upon the anger of God towards me.
John Donne
Image
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
John Donne
Image
Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
John Donne
Image
No man is an island, entire of itself every man is a piece of the continent.
John Donne
Image
There is no health physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.
John Donne
Image
It is too little to call man a little world Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.
John Donne
Image
God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
John Donne
Image
Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
John Donne
Image
Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.
John Donne
Image
Old grandsires talk of yesterday with sorrow, And for our children we reserve tomorrow.
John Donne
Image
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
John Donne
Image
True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.
John Donne
Image
My love though silly is more brave.
John Donne
Image
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more Death, thou shalt die.
John Donne
Image
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
John Donne
Image
Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.
John Donne
Image
At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls **** All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
John Donne
Image
Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
John Donne
Image
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
John Donne