Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. – William Blake
All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. – William Blake
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. – William Blake
All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. – William Blake
The Goddess Fortune is the devils servant, ready to kiss any ones ass. – William Blake
Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. – William Blake
One of the deepest impulses in man is the impulse to record, – to scratch a drawing on a tusk or keep a diary, to collect sagas and heap cairns. This instinct as to the enduring value of the past is, one might say, the very basis of civilization. – John Jay Chapman, Memories and Milestones