John Milton
37 quotations
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
It is not miserable to be blind; it is miserable to be incapable of enduring blindness.
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.
Our country is where ever we are well off.
Where no hope is left, is left no fear.
The end of learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love Him and imitate Him.
A crown, golden in show is but a wreath of thorns.
License they mean when they cry liberty.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we sleep and when we awake.
Lords are lordliest in their wine.
Reason also is choice.
Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
They also serve who only stand and wait.
Peace has her victories which are no less renowned than war.
What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair.
A short retirement urges a sweet return.
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.
Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.
He who reins within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king
Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.