Quote

Ink is the blood of the printing-press.

John Milton

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Blood
Ink
Printing
Presses
Press

More quotes by John Milton

Image
With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.
John Milton
Image
As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
John Milton
Image
Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude.
John Milton
Image
O when meet now Such pairs, in love and mutual honour joined?
John Milton
Image
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
John Milton
Image
Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
John Milton
Image
Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, for opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.
John Milton
Image
Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
John Milton
Image
We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.
John Milton
Image
My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
John Milton
Image
Blind mouths! That scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook.
John Milton
Image
How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!
John Milton
Image
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
John Milton
Image
Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.
John Milton
Image
There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.
John Milton
Image
... then there was war in heaven. But it was not angels. It was that small golden zeppelin, like a long oval world, high up. It seemed as if the cosmic order were gone, as if there had come a new order, a new heavens above us: and as if the world in anger were trying to revoke it.
John Milton
Image
Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.
John Milton
Image
Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.
John Milton
Image
To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.
John Milton
Image
But that from us aught should ascend to Heav'n So prevalent as to concern the mind Of God, high-bless'd, or to incline His will, Hard to belief may seem yet this will prayer.
John Milton