William Blake Quotes
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A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
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The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.
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Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
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Thinking as I do that the Creator of this world is a very cruel being, and being a worshipper of Christ, I cannot help saying: ''the Son, O how unlike the Father!'' First God Almighty comes with a thump on the head. Then Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it.
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Those who enter the gates of heaven are not beings who have no passions or who have curbed the passions, but those who have cultivated an understanding of them.
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Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm.
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May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.
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I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled with books & pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of Eternity before my mortal life; and whose works are the delight & study of Archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality?
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If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.
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When Sir Joshua Reynolds died All Nature was degraded; The King dropped a tear in the Queen's ear, And all his pictures faded.
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My Brother starv'd between two Walls, His Children's Cry my Soul appalls.
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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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I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
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The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
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Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?
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He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
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The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that won't believe. The Owl that calls upon the Night Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.
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Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling. And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.
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A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation.
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A skylark wounded in the wing, / A cherubim does cease to sing.
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Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals & is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, & if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.
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My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
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'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'
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None but blockheads copy each other.