William Blake

William Blake (1757-11-28 – 1827-08-21) was an English poet, painter, printmaker, and essayist.

Found 90 thoughts of William Blake

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.

The busy bee has no time for sorrow.

The most sublime act is to set another before you.

Better murder an infant in its cradle than nurse an unacted desire.

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of genius.

Dip him in the river who loves water.

To generalize is to be an idiot.

Always be ready to speak your mind and a base man will avoid you.

If others had not been foolish, we should be so.

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom...for we never know what is enough until we know what is more than enough.

One thought fills immensity.

Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinite.

The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.

The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of war, the beard of earth.

Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.

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.

If a thing loves, it is infinite.

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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