Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. – William Blake
You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue. – William Blake
What is now proved was only once imagined. – William Blake
To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. – William Blake
If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, theyd immediately go out. – William Blake
Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true. – William Blake
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. – William Blake
A truth thats told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent. – William Blake
The man who never in his mind and thoughts traveld to heaven is no artist. – William Blake
Can I see anothers woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, and not seek for kind relief? – William Blake
Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the misers passion, not the thief s. – William Blake
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hells despair. – William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternitys sun rise. – William Blake
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. – William Blake
The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure. – William Blake
When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do. – William Blake
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves. – William Blake
Eternity is in love with the productions of time. – William Blake
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest. – William Blake
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps. – William Blake
