The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure. – William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternitys sun rise. – William Blake
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is: infinite.
For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro narrow chinks of his cavern. – William Blake
The man who never in his mind and thoughts traveld to heaven is no artist. – William Blake