They changed their minds, Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell.

Consult…/what reinforcement we may gain from hope,/If not, what resolution from despair.

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

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...

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

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

What think’st thou then of mee, and this my State,Seem I to thee sufficiently possestOf happiness, or not? who am alone From all Eternitie, for none I knowSecond to mee or like, equal much less.

Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,Said then the lost Archangel, this the seatThat we must change for heav’n, this mournful gloomFor that celestial light? Be it so since he Who now is...

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

I neither oblige the belief of other person, nor overhastily subscribe mine own. Nor have I stood with others computing or collating years and chronologies, lest I should be vainly curious about the time and...

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

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

He who thinks we are to pitch our tent here, and have attained the utmost prospect of reformation that the mortal glass wherein we contemplate can show us, till we come to beatific vision, that...

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.

But first whom shall we sendIn search of this new world, whom shall we findSufficient? Who shall tempt, with wand’ring feetThe dark unbottomed infinite abyssAnd through the palpable obscure find outHis uncouth way, or spread...

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

In yonder nether world where shall I seekHis bright appearances or footstep trace?For though I fled him angry, yet recalledTo life prolonged and promised race I nowGladly behold though but His utmost skirtsOf glory, and...

Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.

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...

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.

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,...

th’ unconquerable will,/ And study of revenge, immortal hate,/ And courage never to submit or yield/ And what is else not to be overcome?

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

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?

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

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.