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
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee! – William Blake
Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place. – William Blake
The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemens opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved. – William Blake