They also serve who only stand and wait.

Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.

Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.

For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.

Son of Heav'n and Earth, Attend: that thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is, to thy obedience; therein stand.

Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.