No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. – 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
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. – 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
Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too. – William Blake
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. – William Blake