John Milton

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

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

None can love freedom heartily, but good men the rest love not freedom, but licence.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.