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The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.

William Blake

Exuberance is beauty.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Beautiful One Liner
When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree
WILLIAM BLAKE

Growth Nation Old Tree
A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there’s more conversation.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Goodness Religion Talk
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Act Born Desire Himself
Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Believe Possible Truth
The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Animal Death Forgiveness
Dip him in the river who loves water.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Himself Love River Water
And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Born Learning Love Nature Space
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Genius Improvement Road
Always be ready to speak your mind and a base man will avoid you.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Avoid Man Mindset Yourself
Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship’s sake.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Enemy Friendship Heart Pain
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Deep Enough Yourself
Knowledge is Life with wings
WILLIAM BLAKE

Knowledge Life Wings
If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Doubt Moon Sun
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Black Desire Joy Walk
He 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 BLAKE

Art Existence Goodness Himself Science

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