He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. – William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternitys sun rise. – William Blake
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. – William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternitys sun rise. – William Blake
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. – William Blake
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever. – William Blake