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Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction.
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How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!
William Blake
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To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.
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Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
William Blake -
The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass.
William Blake -
Error is created; truth is eternal.
William Blake -
Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!
William Blake -
He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.
William Blake
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There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness.
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He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.
William Blake -
Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.
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Where any view of money exists, art cannot be carried on.
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If Christianity was morality, Socrates would be the Saviour.
William Blake -
Life delights in life.
William Blake
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Ages are All Equal. / But Genius is Always Above The Age.
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It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted.
William Blake -
What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.
William Blake -
Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true.
William Blake -
When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.
William Blake -
The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.
William Blake
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Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release.
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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.
William Blake -
Father, O father! what do we here In this land of unbelief and fear?
William Blake -
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
William Blake