The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..
A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
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.
Where no hope is left, is left no fear.
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
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.
So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
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.
He who reigns within himself and rules his passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.
The brazen throat of war.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
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.
Yet he who reigns within himself, and rules Passions, desires, and fears, is more a king.
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.