Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse. – William Blake
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you. – William Blake
All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. – William Blake
To create a little flower is the labor of ages. – William Blake
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. – William Blake
The strongest poison ever known came from Caesars laurel crown. – William Blake
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. – William Blake
Expect poison from standing water. – William Blake
Energy is eternal delight. – William Blake
Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. – William Blake
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night. – William Blake
Cruelty has a Human Heart, And jealousy a Human Face; Terror the Human Form Divine, And secrecy the Human Dress. The Human Dress is forged Iron, The Human Form a Fiery Forge, The Human Face a Furnace seal d, The Human Heart its hungry gorge. – William Blake
Each man is haunted until his humanity awakens. – 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 Goddess Fortune is the devils servant, ready to kiss any ones ass. – William Blake
A truth thats told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent. – William Blake
This lifes dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye. – William Blake
He who desires but does not act, breeds pestilence. – William Blake
Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. – William Blake
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is: infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro narrow chinks of his cavern. – William Blake
