John Milton Life Quotations

Let those who would write heroic poems make their life an heroic poem.

To know that which before us lies in daily life is the prime wisdom.

We believe the bridge has a 20-year life span left. That's assuming no earthquakes and no bad storms,

Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them

Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a certain potency of life in them, to be as active as the soul whose progeny they are; they preserve, as in a vial, the purest efficacy and extraction of the living intellect that bred them.

Imparadis'd in one another's arms.

Freely we serve, Because we freely love, as in our will To love or not; in this we stand or fall.

It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit.

Such sober certainty of waking bliss.

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

For men to tell how human life began Is hard; for who himself beginning knew?

To know that which lies before us in daily life is the prime wisdom.

By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.

Daughter to that good Earl, once President Of England's Council, and her Treasury, Who lived in both, unstained with gold or fee, And left them both, more in himself content, Till sad the breaking of that Parliament Broke him, as that dishonest victory At Chaeronea, fatal to liberty, Killed with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days Wherein your father flourished, yet by you, Madam, methinks I see him living yet; So well your words his noble virtues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, And to possess them, honoured Margaret.

And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant.

Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.

(That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.

A good book is the precious life-blood of the master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose for a life beyond

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.

Luck is the residue of design.

For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.