Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place. – William Blake
What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care. – William Blake
Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion. – 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
Because her instinct has told her, or because she has been reliably informed, the faded virgin knows that the supreme joys are not for her; she knows by a process of the intellect; but she can feel her deprivation no more than the young mother can feel the hardship of the virgins lot. – Arnold Bennett