Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are born to Sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night. – William Blake
The man who never in his mind and thoughts traveld to heaven is no artist. – William Blake
He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: general Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer, for Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars. – William Blake
Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. – William Blake