The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
WILLIAM BLAKERelated Topics
Stupidity
The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
WILLIAM BLAKEThe roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.
WILLIAM BLAKEDo what you will, this life’s a fiction, And it is made up of contradiction.
WILLIAM BLAKEImagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
WILLIAM BLAKEThe crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.
WILLIAM BLAKEOpposition is true Friendship.
WILLIAM BLAKELove to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
WILLIAM BLAKESome are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
WILLIAM BLAKEFor I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.
WILLIAM BLAKEI must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
WILLIAM BLAKEIf the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is – infinite.
WILLIAM BLAKEHe who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars; General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer: For Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.
WILLIAM BLAKEMake your own rules or be a slave to another man’s.
WILLIAM BLAKEWhen I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.
WILLIAM BLAKEIn seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
WILLIAM BLAKEMy mother groaned, my father wept,i nto the dangerous world I leapt.
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