I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. – William Blake
Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion. – William Blake

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. – William Blake
Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion. – William Blake
Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too. – William Blake