Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps. – William Blake
This lifes dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye. – William Blake
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps. – William Blake
This lifes dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye. – William Blake
As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers. – 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