No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. – William Blake
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt; helpless, naked, piping loud, like a fiend hid in a cloud. – William Blake
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. – William Blake
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt; helpless, naked, piping loud, like a fiend hid in a cloud. – William Blake
Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence. – William Blake