I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.
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Stupidity
I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.
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 BLAKEThe fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
WILLIAM BLAKETo generalize is to be an idiot.
WILLIAM BLAKESome are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
WILLIAM BLAKEHow can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?
WILLIAM BLAKEMy mother groaned, my father wept,i nto the dangerous world I leapt.
WILLIAM BLAKEPrisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion
WILLIAM BLAKEPrudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity.
WILLIAM BLAKEThe moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
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 BLAKEThose who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled.
WILLIAM BLAKEThe weak in courage is strong in cunning.
WILLIAM BLAKEThe lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.
WILLIAM BLAKEA man can’t soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.
WILLIAM BLAKEThe busy bee has no time for sorrow.
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