How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.
Quote by William Blake
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
What is a wife and what is a harlot? What is a church and what...
Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!
The eye altering, alters all.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the...
Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction.
Active Evil is better than Passive Good.
Never pride yourself on knowledge. Remember; even a head of iceberg lettuce knows more than...
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and...
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's...
What is now proved was once only imagined.
Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I...