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“The finest virtue of the great thinker is the magnanimity with which a man of knowledge he intrepidly often with some embarrassment, often with sublime mockery offers himself and his life as the supreme sacrifice.”

Favorite saying

• "“However you may be, be your own source of experience. Throw off your discontent about your nature. Forgive yourself, your own self. You have it in your power to merge everything you have lived through; false starts, errors, delusions, passions, your loves and your hopes into your goal with nothing left over.” Kevin Lomax: "Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven", is that it? John Milton: Why not? I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I've nurtured every sensation man's been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him. In spite of all his imperfections, I'm a fan of man! I'm a humanist. Maybe the last humanist. John Milton: Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER! John Milton: Freedom, baby... is never having to say you're sorry. John Milton: Guilt is like a bag of fuckin' bricks. All ya gotta do is set it down. Kevin Lomax: What about love? John Milton: Overrated. Biochemically no different than eating large quantities of chocolate. John Milton: The worst vice is advice. [last lines] John Milton: Vanity, definitely my favorite sin. John Milton: You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God... and where can you go from there? John Milton: Free will, it is a bitch. Mrs. Jackie Heath: Look, you've got three choices - the Holy Trinity: you can work, you can play, or you can breed."