The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure. – William Blake
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. – William Blake
The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure. – William Blake
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. – William Blake
I see every thing I paint in this world, but everybody does not see alike. To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes. – William Blake
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. – William Blake