Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence. – William Blake
All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. – William Blake

Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence. – William Blake
All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. – William Blake
What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death. – William Blake