John Milton Quotes

Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.

Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

Luck is the residue of design.

So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

Where no hope is left, is left no fear.

The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good.

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.

For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.

What is strength without a double share of wisdom?

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is,.....

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns

Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.

Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.

Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!

With thee conversing I forget all time.

And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

If we think we regulate printing, thereby to rectify manners, we must regulate all regulations and pastimes, all that is delightful to man.

He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?

Where more is meant than meets the ear.

His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd.

Time is the subtle thief of youth.

To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.

Wickedness is weakness.

If there be any difference among professed believers as to the sense of Scripture, it is their duty to tolerate such difference in each other, until God shall have revealed the truth to all.

So many laws argues so many sins.

There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.

Truth...never comes into the world but like a Bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her forth.

Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought The better fight.

Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.

Come knit hands, and beat the ground in a light fantastic round

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.

Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, for opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.

Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.

No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.

Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

A short retirement urges a sweet return.

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny or no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.

Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself.

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.

Accuse not nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, dungeon or beggary, or decrepit age! Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct, and all her various objects of delight annulled, which might in part my grief have eased. Inferior to the vilest now become of man or worm; the vilest here excel me, they creep, yet see; I, dark in light, exposed to daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, within doors, or without, still as a fool, in power of others, never in my own; scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.

Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.

Laws can discover sin, but not remove it

Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.

Reason is also choice.

Come and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.