What did John Milton mean by: And feel that I am happier than I know. - John Milton Poet · England Copy
+ Freely we serve, because freely we love. Feraz Zeid, September 9, 2023December 26, 2023, John Milton, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ Come and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe. Feraz Zeid, July 30, 2023December 12, 2023, John Milton, Ballet, Dance, Light, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ Solitude is sometimes the best society. Feraz Zeid, August 8, 2023December 12, 2023, John Milton, Solitude, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ Our reason is our law. Feraz Zeid, September 17, 2023December 24, 2023, John Milton, Law, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set. Feraz Zeid, September 13, 2023December 26, 2023, John Milton, Astrology, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ Ev’n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp’d stocks and stones. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Milton, Father, Stones, Truth, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor. Feraz Zeid, September 1, 2023December 24, 2023, John Milton, Basketball, Confidence, Inspiration, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Milton, Happiness, Paradise, Shade, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
Don’t wait to be happy to laugh… You may die and never have laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We should laugh before being happy, for fear of dying without having laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. - Jean Houston Scholar
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
