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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.

William Blake

My mother groaned, my father wept,i nto the dangerous world I leapt.
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Danger Father Mom Myself World
Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Believe Truth Understand
When 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.
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Myself Talk Truth
What is now proved was once only imagined.
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Imagination Theory
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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Business Creation Man Myself Reason
Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll’d Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc.
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Angel Angry Fantasy Fire Rise
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
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Deep Philosophy
A truth that’s told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
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Bad Invention Lie Truth Yourself
Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity.
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Capacity Rich Ugly
Energy is eternal delight.
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Enjoyment Forever
Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion
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Law Prison Religion
Exuberance is beauty.
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Beautiful One Liner
And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love.
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Born Learning Love Nature Space
The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.
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Forgiveness Glory Religion
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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Hands Intellectual Mad Myself Wisdom
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Gratitude Thankful

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