Quotes from William Blake

The Learned, who strive to ascend into Heaven by means of learning, appear to Children like dead horses, when repelled by the celestial spheres.

Art is the Tree of Life, Science is the Tree of Death.

Damn braces...bless relaxes.

Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born Every Morn and every Night Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to Endless Night Auguries of Innocence By William Blake

He who will not bend to Love must be subdu'd by Fear.

There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true. This place is called Beulah. it is a pleasant lovely Shadow, where no dispute can come, because of those who sleep.

Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title!

The Ruins of Time builds Mansions in Eternity. (Letter to William Hayley, on the occasion of the death of Hayley's son)

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

Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.

Aquel que se ata una alegría la alada vida destruye; aquel que besa la alegría según vuela vive en la aurora de la eternidad.

Vala] provides a profound analysis of man's limitations but no hint of escape from the prison - no suggestion that it is conceiving of the world as a prison that makes it a prison, that the key to the Gates of Paradise is in the mind.

Eternals I hear your call gladly, Dictate swift winged words, & fear not To unfold your dark visions of torment.

Because I was happy upon the heath, And smiled among the winter's snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe

The Errors of a Wise Man make your Rule Rather than the Perfections of a Fool

O! he give to us his Joy That our grief he may destroy; Till our grief is fled and gone He doth sit by us and moan.

I cannot consider death as any thing but a removing from one room to another.

Folly is an endless maze; Tangled roots perplex her ways;

Is this a holy thing to see, In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reduced to misery, Feed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty! And their sun does never shine, And their fields are bleak & bare, And their ways are fill'd with thorns; It is eternal winter there. For where-e'er the sun does shine, And where-e'er the rain does fall, Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.

One rule for the lion and ox is oppression.

Every object that is loved forms the center of a paradise.

Mans perceptions are not bounded by organs of perception, he percieves more than sense (tho' ever so acute) can discover

Such, such were the joys When we all -- girls and boys -- In our youth-time were seen On the echoing Green.

Fear & Hope are — Vision