Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans. – William Blake
When I tell any 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

