In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth
Quote by John Milton
A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows...
No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally...
They also serve who only stand and wait.
Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to its possessor
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that...
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble...
He that overcomes his passions, overcomes his greatest enemies
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
Craftiness is a quality in the mind and a vice in the character.
When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound...
Necessity, the tyrant's plea
Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities,...
Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.
So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure, without him...
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth...
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
Calm of mind, all passion spent
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at...
Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun...