John milton quotes

There is no learned man but will confess be hath much profited by reading controversies,--his senses awakened, his judgment sharpened, and the truth which he holds firmly established. If then it be profitable for him to read, why should it not at least be tolerable and free for his adversary to write? In logic they teach that contraries laid together, more evidently appear; it follows then, that all controversy being permitted, falsehood will appear more false, and truth the more true; which must needs conduce much to the general confirmation of an implicit truth.

The great creator from his work returned Magnificent, his six days' work, a world.

Who can enjoy alone? Or all enjoying what contentment find?

And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.

Antichrist is Mammon's son.

The power of Kings and Magistrates is nothing else, but what is only derivative, transferrd and committed to them in trust from the People, to the Common good of them all, in whom the power yet remaines fundamentally, and cannot be takn from them, without a violation of thir natural birthright.

Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

Don't hold grudges; it's pointless. Jealousy too is a non-cathartic, negative emotion. .

Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.

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

The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.

This is servitude, To serve the unwise.

Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.

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

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

Lords are lordliest in their wine.

You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind.

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

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

Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.

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

Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.

What is strength without a double share of wisdom?

Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half

Solitude is sometimes the best society.

Believe and be confirmed.

Necessity and chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate.

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

Evil on itself shall back recoil.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.

Where no hope is left, is left no fear.

What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the ground?

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

God made thee perfect, not immutable.

My sentence is for open war.

Wealth and honours, which most men pursue, easily change masters; they desert to the side which excels in virtue, industry, and endurance of toil, and they abandon the slothful.

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

What hath night to do with sleep?

A bevy of fair women.

Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.

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

In naked beauty most adorned.

Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.

Solitude is sometimes best society.

Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.

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

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

Neither prosperity nor empire nor heaven can be worth winning at the price of a virulent temper, bloody hands, an anguished spirit, and a vain hatred of the rest of the world.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

Fear of change perplexes monarchs.

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Dark with excessive bright.

The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him, as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.

As therefore the state of man now is, what wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear, without the knowledge of good and evil?

Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.

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

I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

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

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.

Virtue that wavers is not virtue.

Danger will wink on opportunity.

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

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

I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.

Reason is also choice.

That power Which erring men call Chance.

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

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.

Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other's burden.

To live a life half dead, a living death.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

Joking decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can.

Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease.

For stories teach us, that liberty sought out of season, in a corrupt and degenerate age, brought Rome itself to a farther slavery: for liberty hath a sharp and double edge, fit only to be handled by just and virtuous men; to bad and dissolute, it becomes a mischief unwieldy in their own hands: neither is it completely given, but by them who have the happy skill to know what is grievance and unjust to a people, and how to remove it wisely; what good laws are wanting, and how to frame them substantially, that good men may enjoy the freedom which they merit, and the bad the curb which they need.

Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.

Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his office on ourselves; Why stand we longer shivering under fears, That show no end but death, and have the power, Of many ways to die the shortest choosing, Destruction with destruction to destroy.

Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.

Contemplation is wisdom's best nurse.

The best apology against false accusers is silence.

A limbo large and broad, since call'd The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.

That virtue therefore which is but a youngling in the contemplation of evil, and knows not the utmost that vice promises to her followers, and rejects it, is but a blank virtue, not a pure; her whiteness is but an excremental whiteness.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

And feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce.

Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they only stand By ignorance? Is that their happy state, The proof of their obedience and their faith? O fair foundation laid whereon to build Their ruin!

Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.

The Saviour who flitted before the patriarchs through the fog of the old dispensation, and who spake in time past to the fathers by the prophets, articulate but unseen, is the same Saviour who, on the open heights of the Gospel, and in the abundant daylight of this New Testament, speaks to us. Still all along it is the same Jesus, and that Bible is from beginning to end all of it, the word of Christ.

Seas wept from our deep sorrows.

He scarce had ceased when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous shield Ethereal temper, massy, large and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fésolè, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe.

For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.

The whole freedom of man consists either in spiritual or civil liberty.

When we speak of knowing God, it must be understood with reference to man's limited powers of comprehension. God, as He really is, is far beyond man's imagination, let alone understanding. God has revealed only so much of Himself as our minds can conceive and the weakness of our nature can bear.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

Freely we serve, because freely we love.

Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

Ink is the blood of the printing-press.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

Such joy ambition finds.

I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.

Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy.

Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy dressing; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

Luck is the residue of design.

It is not hard for any man who hath a Bible in his hand to borrow good words and holy sayings in abundance; but to make them his own is a work of grace only from above.

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven.

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

For liberty hath a sharp and double edge, fit only to be handled by just and virtuous men; to bad and dissolute, it becomes a mischief unwieldy in their own hands.

Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.

The virtuous mind that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, Conscience.