To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. — 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
When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree — William Blake Copy Share Image
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits… — William Blake Copy Share Image
To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Angels are happier than men and devils, because they are not always prying after good and evil in one another, and eating… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals… — William Blake Copy Share Image
THE POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my… — 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
