They who have put out the people's eyes reproach them of their blindness.

Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.

The mind is its own place, and in itself / Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. / What matter where, if I be still the same...

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.

Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?

Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!

Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be a sin to know? Can it be death?

Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Luck is the residue of design.

Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?

The mind is a universe and can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.

Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

What though the field be lost? All is not Lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And the courage never to submit or yeild.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

For so I created them free and free they must remain.

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

What is dark within me, illumine.

Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.

Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.

Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

From his lips/Not words alone pleased her.

Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

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

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

I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend...

Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.

Yet he who reigns within himself, and rules Passions, desires, and fears, is more a king.

And so sep�lchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

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

What hath night to do with sleep?

Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

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

Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.

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

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

Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.