Quotes from John Milton

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

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

The mind is a universe and can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?

How can I live without thee, how forego Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild woods forlorn? Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no, no, I feel The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.

What though the field be lost? All is not Lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And the courage never to submit or yeild.

And that must end us, that must be our cure: To be no more. Sad cure! For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish, rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night Devoid of sense and motion?

Luck is the residue of design.

From his lips/Not words alone pleased her.

They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.

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

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

Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!

What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

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.

They who have put out the people's eyes reproach them of their blindness.

Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most? That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost? That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain? That the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain?

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

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

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