Quotes from William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.

Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release.

Energy is eternal delight.

None but blockheads copy each other.

Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.

Poetry fettered fetters the human race.

To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration

There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find

As a man is, so he sees.

You've always had the power right there in your shoes, you just had to learn it for yourself.

What is now proved was once imagined.

Shame is pride's cloak.

It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone.

One Law for the Lion and Ox is Oppression

To generalize is to be an idiot. To particularize is the alone distinction of merit. General knowledge are those knowledge that idiots possess.

Harmony of colouring is destructive of artÖ it is like the smile of a fool.

Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are The plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and knave.

He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars. General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer; For Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized particles.

Improvement makes straight roads; but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius.

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.

I can look at the knot in a piece of wood until it frightens me.

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.

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threatning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.