To create a little flower is the labor of ages. – William Blake
Man has no Body distinct from his Soul for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age. – William Blake

To create a little flower is the labor of ages. – William Blake
Man has no Body distinct from his Soul for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age. – William Blake
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in their way. – William Blake
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. – William Blake