Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion. – William Blake
Can I see anothers woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, and not seek for kind relief? – William Blake
Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion. – William Blake
Can I see anothers woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, and not seek for kind relief? – 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
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