+ Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Milton, Dawn, Night, Stars, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ Where no hope is left, is left no fear. Feraz Zeid, July 25, 2023December 12, 2023, John Milton, Fear, Hope, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Milton, Air, Quiet, Truth, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Milton, Air, Caring, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality. Feraz Zeid, August 31, 2023December 26, 2023, John Milton, God, Helping, Immortality, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ Morn, Wak’d by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr’d the gates of light. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Milton, Hands, Light, Morning, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind. Feraz Zeid, August 20, 2023December 12, 2023, John Milton, Mind, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
+ Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy! Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Milton, Bird, Music, Sweet, 0 - John Milton Poet · England
One mark of a second-rate mind is to be always telling stories. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Two quite opposite qualities equally bias our minds – habits and novelty. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
A mediocre mind thinks it writes divinely; a good mind thinks it writes reasonably. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Love, slow and gradual in its growth, is too much like friendship ever to be a violent passion. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Timorous minds are much more inclined to deliberate than to resolve. - Jean Francois Paul de Gondi Clergy · France
I didn’t mind my own company as a child; I was happy playing alone in the sandpit. - Michael Leunig Cartoonist · Australia
Only when a book is written out of passion is there much hope of its being read with passion. - Jean Fritz
