John Milton Quotes, Thoughts and images

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

Necessity and chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate.

Contemplation is wisdom's best nurse.

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.

Where no hope is left, is left no fear.

You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

The best apology against false accusers is silence.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.

Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.

The great creator from his work returned Magnificent, his six days' work, a world.

I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.

Luck is the residue of design.

Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.

The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

To live a life half dead, a living death.

Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven.

God made thee perfect, not immutable.

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.