Quotes from William Blake

Why art thou silent and invisible, Father of Jealousy?

The bird a nest the spider a web the human friendship.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest

To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.

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

You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue & you cannot have Moral Virtue without the Slavery of that half of the Human Race who hate what you call Moral Virtue

That the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians.

The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never bebeloved by men.

This cabinet is formed of gold And pearl and crystal shining bright, And within it opens into a world And a little lovely moony night.

In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

You'll quite remove the ancient curse.

Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings!

Man must & will have some religion; if he has not the religion of Jesus, he will have the religion of Satan & will erect the synagogue of Satan.

Art can never exist without Naked beauty display'd.

O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright in the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

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.

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose public records to be true.

Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll'd Around their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc.

Truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the Lies you can invent.