The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow — William Blake Copy Share Image
The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken… — 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
“O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Little Lamb, who made thee Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Hindsight is a wonderful thing but foresight is better, especially when it comes to saving life, or some pain! — William Blake Copy Share Image
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death. God is Jesus. — William Blake Copy Share Image
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Energy is… — William Blake Copy Share Image
For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and… — William Blake Copy Share Image
To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole. — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy.” — William Blake Copy Share Image
Let the men do their duty & the women will be such wonders; the female life lives from the light of the… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between them, there are doors.” — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Do what you will, this life's a fiction, And it is made up of contradiction.” — 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
