Frases de John Milton

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“Denme la libertad para saber, pensar, creer y actuar libremente de acuerdo con la conciencia, sobre todas las demás libertades.”

“El que se alaba a sí mismo siempre encuentra quien se ría de él, lo cual no es cómico sino trágico.”

“Es mejor reinar en el infierno que servir en el cielo.”

“Lo que no me mata me hace más fuerte.”

“Dios proclama la paz, y ellos viven, no obstante, dominados por el odio y la enemistad y en perpetua lucha; se mueven crueles guerras y devastan la tierra para destruirse unos a otros, como si no tuvieran, y en esto deberían cifrar su unión, sobrados enemigos en el infierno que día y noche conspiran para su ruina.”

“A veces la soledad es la mejor compañía.”

“¿Qué importa el sitio donde yo resida, si soy siempre el mismo y el que debo ser […] vale más reinar en el infierno que servir en el cielo.”

“La tierra contiene en sí misma el mal y su remedio.”

“La suerte es el residuo de los designios.”

“Un buen libro es preciosa sangre de vida de un espíritu magistral, embalsamado y atesorado con el propósito de dar vida más allá de la vida.”

“A aquellos que han apagado los ojos del pueblo, reprochadles su ceguera.”

“«Empresa más fácil podemos acometer. Una región hay, si no miente antigua y profética tradición del cielo, hay un mundo, dichosa mansión de un ser nuevo llamado Hombre, que por este tiempo ha debido ser criado semejante a nosotros, inferior en poderío y excelencia, pero más favorecido del Hacedor supremo.”

“Servimos libremente Porque amamos libremente, como en nuestra voluntad de Amar o no; en esto nos paramos o caemos.”

“Cuida el saber escrito ya que destruir un libro es casi como matar a un hombre: quien mata a un hombre, mata a un ser de razón, pero quien destruye un libro, mata a la razón humana.”

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

“This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.”

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

“What is dark within me, illumine.”

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

“Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.”

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

“Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.”

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

“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.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Should God create another Eve, and I
Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee
Would never from my heart; no no, I feel
The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh,
Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State
Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.”

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

“From his lips/Not words alone pleased her.”

“Luck is the residue of design.”

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

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

“Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!”

“Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most?
That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost?
That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain?
That the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain?”

“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.”

“Here at last
We shall be free;
the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.”

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

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

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

“I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.”