How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.
Quote by William Blake
William Blake Quotes
Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.
Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the...
Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.
What is now proved was once imagined.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
One thought fills immensity.
The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the...
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom...
To create a little flower is the labour of ages.
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is far more beautiful than the sun,...
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
Exuberance is beauty.
I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason...
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is,...
The eye altering, alters all.