“What in me is darkIllumine, what is low raise and support,That to the height of this great argumentI may assert eternal Providence,And justify the ways of God to men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.”

“What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.”

“...a darkIllimitable ocean, without bound,Without dimension; where length, breadth, and height,And time, and place are lost;”

“Or if they list to tryConjecture, he his fabric of the HeavensHath left to their disputes, perhaps to moveHis laughter at their quaint opinions wide."John Milton, Paradise Lost viii 75-78”

“They, looking back, all the eastern side beheldOf Paradise, so late their happy seat,Waved over by that flaming brand, the gateWith dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms:Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;The world was all before them, where to chooseTheir place of rest, and Providence their guide;They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,Through Eden took their solitary way.”

“What though the field be lost? All is not Lost; the unconquerable will,And study of revenge, immortal hate,And the courage never to submit or yeild.”

“What reinforcement we may gain from hope,If not what resolution from despair.”