He who desires but does not act, breeds pestilence. – 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

He who desires but does not act, breeds pestilence. – 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 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
This lifes dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye. – William Blake
I think theres a suspicion in the South of people putting on airs. You see it in most successful Southern politicians, but you also see it in someone like Richard Petty, who may be a multimillionaire stock car driver, but hes also beloved because he has a nice self-deprecatory way about him. – John Shelton Reed