Quotes by John Milton
Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse,...
The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day.
He also serves who only stands and waits.
He who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
Better reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
Celestial Cupid her fam'd son advanc't, Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc't...
When I consider how my light is spent E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed And post o're Land and Ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and waite.
A short retirement urges a sweet return.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we sleep and when we awake.
I am a part of all that I have met.
He who reigns within himself and rules his passions, desires and fears is more than a King.
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.
Where no hope is left, is left no fear.
How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabb
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.
But wherefore thou alone Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose Is pain to themLess pain, less to be fled, or thou than theyLess hardy to endure Courageous chief,The first in flight from pain, hadst thou allegedTo thy deserted host this cause of flight,Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive.
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought The better fight, who single hast maintain'd Against revolted multitudes the Cause Of Truth, in word mightier than they in Arms; And for the testimony of Truth hast borne Universal reproach, far worse
...A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Toward solid good what leads the nearest way;...
Long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to light
... If weakness may excuse, What Murderer, what Traitor, Parricide, Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it All Wickedness is Weakness That plea therefore With God or Man will gain thee no Remission.
A good book is the precious life-blood of the master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose for a life beyond.
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
Hell has no benefits, only torture.
