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A man can’t soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.

William Blake

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Enough Philosophy Road Wisdom
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
And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification
WILLIAM BLAKE

Genius Gratitude Honesty Present
Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Attraction Energy Existence Hate Human Love Necessary Progress Reason
Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Advice Struggle
A man can’t soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Himself Independent Man Wings
My mother groaned, my father wept,i nto the dangerous world I leapt.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Danger Father Mom Myself World
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

Destruction Eyes Forever Greatness Man Sea Storm
For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Dance God Hands Myself Sing Wings
If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Doubt Moon Sun
Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Capacity Rich Ugly
The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Existence Human Imagination
I will not reason and compare my business is to create.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Business Creation Myself Reason
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Gratitude Thankful
The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Flower Heaven Moon Night Silence Smile
For every thing that lives is Holy.
WILLIAM BLAKE

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