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Innate ideas are in every man, born with him; they are truly himself. The man who says that we have no innate ideas must be a fool and knave, having no conscience or innate science.
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[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.
William Blake
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But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.
William Blake -
The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
William Blake -
Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.
William Blake -
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
William Blake -
The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold!
William Blake -
Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.
William Blake
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Exuberance is beauty.
William Blake -
God only acts and is, in existing beings or men.
William Blake -
May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.
William Blake -
'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'
William Blake -
Work up imagination to the state of vision.
William Blake -
God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day.
William Blake
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Joy and woe are woven fine.
William Blake -
Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy.
William Blake -
The true method of knowledge is experiment.
William Blake -
A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation.
William Blake -
My Brother starv'd between two Walls, His Children's Cry my Soul appalls.
William Blake -
You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue.
William Blake
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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?
William Blake -
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
William Blake -
The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.
William Blake -
But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
William Blake