It is not miserable to be blind; it is miserable to be incapable of enduring blindness. – John Milton
Tears such as angels weep. – John Milton
Lords are lordliest in their wine. – John Milton
A man may be a heretic in the truth; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy. – John Milton
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lacky her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt. – John Milton
Adam inquires concerning celestial motions, is doubtfully answered, and exhorted to search rather things more worthy of knowledge. – John Milton
For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone. – John Milton
Reason also is choice. – John Milton
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we sleep and when we awake. – John Milton
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable. – John Milton
Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate. – John Milton
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties. – John Milton
This is the month, and this the happy morn, wherein the Son of heavens eternal King, of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born, our great redemption from above did bring. – John Milton
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess. – John Milton
When the waves are round me breaking, As I pace the deck alone, And my eye in vain is seeking Some green leaf to rest upon; What would not I give to wander Where my old companions dwell? Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! – John Milton
Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place. – John Milton
Beauty is natures brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship. – John Milton
For what can war, but endless war, still breed? – John Milton
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller. – John Milton
None can love freedom heartily, but good men the rest love not freedom, but licence. – John Milton
