A truth that’s told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
WILLIAM BLAKEPrisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion
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Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
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The most sublime act is to set another before you.
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The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
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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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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 control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled.
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Great things are done when men and mountains meet.
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The naked woman’s body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.
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The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow
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Do what you will, this life’s a fiction, And it is made up of contradiction.
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The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
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Excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.
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Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.
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We become what we behold.
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Make your own rules or be a slave to another man’s.
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Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.
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What is now proved was once only imagined.
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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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Every harlot was a virgin once
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Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
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Thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.
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Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.
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If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.
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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.
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Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
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He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
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