To create a little flower is the labor of ages. – William Blake
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. – William Blake

To create a little flower is the labor of ages. – William Blake
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. – William Blake
When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty. – 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