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John Milton Quotes

An English poet and politician, most famous for his epic poem Paradise Lost.
(1608 - 1674)

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"Tell me." said a heathen philosopher to a Christian, "where is God." - "First tell me," said the other, "where he is not."

A crown, golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns; brings danger, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights, to him who wears a regal diadem.

A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

A heaven on earth.

A man may be a heretic in the truth; and if he believes things, only on the authority of others without other reason, then, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes heresy.

Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part; Do thou but thine!

All arts acknowledge that then only we know certainly, when we can define; for definition is that which refines the pure essence of things from the circumstance.

All hell broke loose.

And now, without redemption, all mankind must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell by doom severe.

And with necessity, the tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds.

As well almost kill a man, as kill a good book; for the life of the one is but a few short years, while that of the other may be for ages. - Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself; kills as it were, the image of God.

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

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

Before the sun, before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice of God, as with a mantle didst invest the rising world of waters dark and deep won from the void and formless infinite.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.

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

But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself is his own dungeon.

But peace! I must not quarrel with the will of highest dispensation, which, haply, hath ends above my reach to know.

Capricious, wanton, bold, and brutal lust is meanly selfish; when resisted, cruel; and, like the blast of pestilential winds, taints the sweet bloom of nature's fairest forms.

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