Quotes from William Blake

speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver.

The cistern contains: the fountain overflows.

Active evil is better than passive good

And we are put on earth a little space, that we may learn to bear the beams of love; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

The following Discourse [on art, by Sir Joshua Reynolds] is particularly Interesting to Blockheads as it endeavours to prove that There is No such thing as Inspiration & that any Man of a plain Understanding may by Thieving from Others become a Mich Angelo.

Than you'll see the world as it is : infinte.

Imitation is criticism.

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright in the forests of the night...

A happy fly If I live Or if I die

Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face;

Love seeketh not Itself to please Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.' So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattle's feet, But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: 'Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to Its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

He who loves feels love descend into him and if he has wisdom may perceive it from the Poetic Genius which is the Lord.

And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.

The Holy Word That walk'd among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsèd soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might control The starry pole, And fallen, fallen light renew!

none can desire what he has not perceiv'd.

The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.

God Appears & 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

The soul of sweet delight can never be defiled.

El mejor vino es el más viejo, la mejor agua es la más nueva.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.

When thought is closed in caves, then love shall show its root in deepest hell.

Each man is haunted until his humanity awakens.

Think in the morning. Act in the noon.

He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only.