Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. – William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in Eternitys sunrise. – William Blake

Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. – William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in Eternitys sunrise. – 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
When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head! – William Blake