The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. — William Blake Copy Share Image
I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly. — William Blake Copy Share Image
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of… — William Blake Copy Share Image
This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When… — William Blake Copy Share Image
In your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth, And all you behold, though it appears without, It is within, in… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven… — William Blake Copy Share Image
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your… — William Blake Copy Share Image
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Those who enter the gates of heaven are not beings who have no passions or who have curbed the passions, but those… — William Blake Copy Share Image
A dog starv'd at the master's gate Predicts the ruin of the State. A horse misus'd upon the road Calls to heaven… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The Vision of Christ that thou dost see, Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine is the Friend of all Mankind, Mine speaks… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings. — William Blake Copy Share Image
When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed and governed their passions or have no passions, but because they have… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled… — William Blake Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Cruelty has a human heart, and jealousy a human face. Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs… — William Blake Copy Share Image
