As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers. – William Blake
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hells despair. – William Blake
All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. – William Blake
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes. – William Blake