Quotes About Milton

I doubt whether Cromwell or Milton could have rivaled [William Lloyd] Garrison in this field of quotation; and the power of quotation is as dreadful a weapon as any which the human intellect can forge.

Only more cat-shaped. (Jeoffry, a poet's cat, has ignored vast amounts of Milton over the years, but some of it has apparently stuck.)

And which devil do you prefer? Dante's?" "No. Much too terrifying. Too medieval for my taste." "Mephistopheles?" "Not him, either. He's too pleased with himself. Too much a trickster, like a crooked lawyer ... Anyway, I never trust people who smile a lot." "What about the one in The Karamazovs?" "Petty. A civil servant with dirty nails. I suppose the devil I prefer is Milton's fallen angel.

What use, Milton, a silly story Of our lost general parents, eaters of fruit?

Remember that you are a human being with a soul and the divine gift of articulate speech: that your native language is the language of Shakespear and Milton and The Bible; and don't sit there crooning like a bilious pigeon.

A woman who utters such depressing and disgusting sounds has no right to be anywhere - no right to live. Remember that you are a human being with a soul and the divine gift to articulate speech: that your native language is the language of Shakespeare and Milton...

Our language is the language of Shakespeare, Thompson and Milton, as we sit and croon like bilious pigeons.

Remember that you are a human being with a soul and the divine gift of articulate speech: that your native language is the language of Shakespear and Milton and The Bible; and don't sit there crooning like a bilious pigeon.

I said to him one day that the very slender reward which God had attached to the pursuit of serious inquiry was a sufficient proof that He disapproved of it, or at any rate that He did not set much store by it nor wish to encourage it. He said: "Oh, don't talk about rewards. Look at Milton, who only got 5 pounds for 'Paradise Lost.'" "And a great deal too much," I rejoined promptly. "I would have given him twice as much myself not to have written it at all.

While [Shakespeare] darts himself forth and passes into all the forms of human character and passion, the one Proteus of the fire and the flood, [Milton] attracts all forms and things to himself, into the unity of his own Ideal. All things and modes of action shape themselves anew in the being of Milton; while Shakespeare becomes all things, yet for ever remaining himself.

Hell at last … John Milton, Paradise Lost

A dismal universal hiss, the soundOf public scorn.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power,After offense returning, to regainLove once possess'd.

Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.

In her face excuseCame prologue, and apology too prompt.

Into a limbo large and broad, since calledThe Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

Unless an age too late, or coldClimate, or years damp my intended wing.

To sit in darkness hereHatching vain empires.

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

Death… on his pale horse.

He's gone; and who knows how he may reportThy words by adding fuel to the flame?

Skill'd to retire, and in retiring drawHearts after them tangled in amorous nets.

So saying, with dispatchful looks in hasteShe turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.

So, Milton," he said, "welcome to paradise lost.