Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.
WILLIAM BLAKEFor I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.
More William Blake Quotes
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What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
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Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently invisibly.
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How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?
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Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled.
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We become what we behold.
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When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend
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Energy is eternal delight.
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You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
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Opposition is true Friendship.
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Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.
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Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
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Expect poison from the standing water.
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We are here to learn to endure the beams of love.
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A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there’s more conversation.
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Every harlot was a virgin once
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I will not reason and compare my business is to create.
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I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.
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A truth that’s told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
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Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare.
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The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
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The 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.
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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.
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I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
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Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
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For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me.
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Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity.
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