“But he, though blind of sight,
Despised, and thought extinguished quite,
With inward eyes illuminated,
His fiery virtue roused
From under ashes into sudden flame,”
More from John Milton
“The mind is its own place, and in it self can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.”
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.”
“My rising is thy fall.”
“In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury…”