John MiltonThinkers

Architecture is a huge fabric rising like an exhalation.

Blindness is not miserable. Rather not being able to bear blindness is.

The Book is not a dead thing, but is vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth that when sown, may chance to spring up armed men.

The Book is not an absolutely dead thing, it preserves as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred it.

Courage never submits or yields.

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

Eve is a femme fatale who damns the hero and the entire human race and is aligned with the serpent Satan.

Eve is at once an inhabitant of the kingdom and the means by which the kingdom is seen.

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

Glory is but the blaze of fame.

The Mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a bell of heaven.