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
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. – William Blake
I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans I will not reason and compare: my business is to create. – William Blake
Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans. – William Blake