Every harlot was a virgin once. – 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
Every harlot was a virgin once. – 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
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hells despair. – 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
Prudishness is pretense of innocence without innocence. Women have to remain prudish as long as men are sentimental, dense, and evil enough to demand of them eternal innocence and lack of education. For innocence is the only thing which can ennoble lack of education. – Friedrich Von Schlegel