The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure. – William Blake
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
The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure. – William Blake
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
All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. – William Blake
When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do. – William Blake