Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps. – 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

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps. – 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
The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure. – William Blake