John Milton Quotes on Heaven (22 Quotes)

Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.

Better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven.

Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest
Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven:
And now prepare thee for another sight.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.

Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.

The mind can make a heaven out of hell or a hell out of heaven

A heaven on earth.

Son of Heaven and Earth,
Attend!

Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.

It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.

Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair Which way I fly is hell myself am hell And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

Sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.

The starry cope Of heaven.

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

Satan so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.

To love, thou blamest me not; for Love, thou sayest,
Leads up to Heaven, is both the way and guide;
Bear with me then, if lawful what I ask:
Love not the heavenly Spirits, and how their love
Express they?

With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers and sweet the coming on Of grateful ev'ning mild then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train But neither breath of morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.

From Man or Angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge, His secrets, to be scanned by them who ought Rather admire. Or, if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide Hereafter, when they come to model Heaven And calculate the stars how they will wield The mighty frame how build, unbuild, contrive To save appearances how gird the Sphere With Centric and Eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and Epicycle, Orb in Orb.

The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.