Quote by William Blake
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I h

I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee! – William Blake

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Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans. – William Blake

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Oppression
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Man has no Body distinct from his Soul for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age. – William Blake

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I dont dislike babies, though I think very young ones rather disgusting. – Queen Victoria

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Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
For babies grow up, weve learned to our sorrow
So quiet down, cobwebs
Dust, go to sleep
Im rocking my baby, and babies dont keep. – Anon.

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Baby, Babies

A loud noise at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other. – Ronald Knox

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Baby, Babies

If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby it. – Jerome K. Jerome

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When the mind is thinking it is talking to itself. – Plato

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There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go? – Joe Wheeler

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The only way that we can reduce our financial dependence on the inflow of funds from the rest of the world is to reduce our trade deficit. – Martin Feldstein

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For right is right, since God is God and right the day must win. To doubt would be disloyalty, to falter would be sin. – Frederick W. Faber