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."
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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.
[Kings]
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A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
[Books]
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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.
[Belief]
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Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part; Do thou but thine!
[Nature]
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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.
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All hell broke loose.
[Hell]
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And now, without redemption, all mankind must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell by doom severe.
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And with necessity, the tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds.
[Necessity]
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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.
[Books]
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Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
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Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.
[Beauty]
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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.
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Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
[Ambition]
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Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.
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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.
[Books]
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But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself is his own dungeon.
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But peace! I must not quarrel with the will of highest dispensation, which, haply, hath ends above my reach to know.
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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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