John Milton — "Yet much remains To conquer still; peace hath her victories No less renown'd tha…"

"For what can war but acts of war produce? And what can acts of war but wars breed?"

"For neither was it fit the Lord of all things Should be unhonour'd, and his works not sung."

"All is not lost, the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield."

"For liberty hath a sharp and double edge, fit only to be handled by just and virtuous men; to bad and dissolute, it becomes a mischief unwieldy in their own hands."

"A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life."