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 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 eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion.
Opposition is true friendship.
One thought fills immensity.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.