Freely we serveBecause we freely love, as in our willTo love or not; in this we stand or fall.
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..
How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh, and crabbed as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo’s lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar’d sweets, Where no crude surfet raigns.
Be strong, live happy and love, but first of allHim whom to love is to obey, and keepHis great command!
I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.
Yet some there be that by due steps aspireTo lay their just hands on that golden keyThat opes the palace of Eternity.To such my errand is
Consult…/what reinforcement we may gain from hope,/If not, what resolution from despair.
Here at lastWe shall be free;the Almighty hath not builtHere for his envy, will not drive us hence:Here we may reign secure, and in my choiceTo reign is worth ambition though in Hell:Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Our state cannot be severed, we are one,One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
Where the bright seraphim in burning rowTheir loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.
Henceforth an individual solace dear; Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim My other half: with that thy gentle hand Seisd mine, I yielded, and from that time see How beauty is excelld by manly grace.
From morn to noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, a summer’s day; and with the setting sun dropped from the zenith like a falling star.
I call therefore a complete and generous education that which fits a man to perform justly, skilfully and magnanimously all the offices both private and public, of peace and war.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol’n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Many a man lives a burden to the Earth, but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, imbalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Celestial light, shine inward…that I may see and tell of things invisible to mortal sight
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
For so I created them free and free they must remain.
And looks commercing with the skies,Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
All is best, though we oft doubt, what the unsearchable dispose, of highest wisdom brings about.
Even the demons are encouraged when their chief is “not lost in loss itself.
Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.
Where glowing embers through the roomTeach light to counterfeit a gloom…
A grateful mind by owing owes not, but still pays, at once indebted and discharged; what burden then?
Gratitude bestows reverence…..changing forever how we experience life and the world.
Our torments also may in length of timeBecome our Elements.
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe
…So little knowsAny but God alone to value rightThe good before him but perverts best thingsTo worst abuse or to their meanest use.
Shalt thou give law to God, shalt thou disputeWith Him the points of liberty who madeThee what thou art and formed the pow’rs of Heav’nSuch as He pleased and circumscribed their being?
The goal of all learning is to repair the ruin of our first parents.
Infernal world, and thou profoundest HellReceive thy new Possessor: One who bringsA mind not to be chang’d by Place or Time.The mind is its own place, and in it selfCan make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n.
Neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible except to God alone.
But what more oft in Nations grown corrupt,And by thir vices brought to servitude,Than to love Bondage more than Liberty,Bondage with ease than strenuous liberty;
Come let us haste, the stars grow high, But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,And pavement stars—as starts to thee appearSoon in the galaxy, that milky wayWhich mightly as a circling zone thou seestPowder’d wiht stars.
The mind is a universe and can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep…
Mortals that would follow me, Love virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or if virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Mortals that would follow me, Love virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than they sphery chime; Or if virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav’st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
They changed their minds, Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell.
th’ unconquerable will,/ And study of revenge, immortal hate,/ And courage never to submit or yield/ And what is else not to be overcome?
To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night. From his watchtower in the skies Til the dappled dawn doth rise.
A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature God’s image but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself kills the image of God as it were in the eye.
Knowledge cannot defile nor consequently the books if the will and conscience be not defiled.
The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day.
Servant of God well done! Well hast thou fought The better fight.
Come and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe.
The mind is its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell a hell of heaven.
Boast not of what thou would’st have done but do.
God doth not need Either man’s work or his own gifts who best Bear His mild yoke they serve Him best His state Is kingly thousands at His bidding speed And post o’er land and ocean without rest – They also serve who only stand and wait.
Since good the more Communicated more abundant grows.
Athens the eye of Greece mother of arts And eloquence.
For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy the only evil that walks invisible.
None can love freedom heartily but good men – the rest love not freedom but licence.
Give me the liberty to know to think to believe and to utter freely according to conscience above all other liberties.
So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure without him live no life.
The mind is its own place and in itself Can make a heaven of hell a hell of heaven.
Accuse not Nature she hath done her part Do thou but thine!
Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgment to do aught which else free will Would not admit.
Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.
The mind is its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell a hell of heaven.
Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to its possessor.
Oftentimes nothing profits more than self-esteem grounded on what is just and right and well-managed.
He who reigns within himself and rules his passions desires and fears is more than a king.
Who overcomes By force hath overcome but half his foe.
Grace was in all her steps heaven in her eye In every gesture dignity and love.
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
Beauty is nature’s brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but licence.