William Blake Quotes
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The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
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I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!
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The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.
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What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
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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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Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
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The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.
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In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
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The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
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I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
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Time is the Mercy of Eternity.
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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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How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?
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General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.
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It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted.
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I am really sorry to see my countrymen trouble themselves about politics. If men were wise, the most arbitrary princes could not hurt them. If they are not wise, the freest government is compelled to be a tyranny. Princes appear to me to be fools. Houses of Commons and Houses of Lords appear to me to be fools; they seem to me to be something else besides human life.
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Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth.
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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.
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He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.
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The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.
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Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.
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All pictures that's painted with sense and with thought / Are painted by madmen as sure as a groat; / For the greater the fool in the pencil more blest, / And when they are drunk they always paint best.
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Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
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And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification.