Quotes from William Blake

Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.

The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly.

Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.

The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.

I have mental joys and mental health, Mental friends and mental wealth, I've a wife that I love and that loves me; I've all but riches bodily.

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

We are here to learn to endure the beams of love

If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.

When a Man has Married a WifeHe finds out whetherHer Knees & elbows are onlyglued together.

The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist.

To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way.

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree

Angels are happier than men and devils, because they are not always prying after good and evil in one another, and eating the tree of knowledge for Satan's gratification.

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.

Love is weak when there is more doubt than there is trust, but love is most strong when you learn to trust even with all the doubts. If a thing loves, it is infinite.

Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.

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.

Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.

Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!

Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy.

Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.

The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave.