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
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in their way. – William Blake
What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care. – William Blake
The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemens opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved. – William Blake