The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true poet and of the Devils’ party without knowing it.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
The moon like a flower, in heaven’s high bower; with silent delight, sits and smiles on the night.
The Man who never in his Mind and Thoughts travel’d to Heaven Is No Artist.
The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
The Goddess Fortune is the devil’s servant, ready to Kiss any one’s Arse.
The Glory of Christianity is to Conquer by Forgiveness.
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.
The difference between a bad Artist and a Good One Is: the Bad Artist Seems to copy a Great deal. The Good one Really does Copy a Great deal.
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
Terror in the house does roar; but pity stands before the door.