William Blake Quotes & Wallpapers

William Blake
Total Quotes: 650

Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress. William Blake

There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet. William Blake

Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, and they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals and is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, and if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight. William Blake

Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven. William Blake

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey. William Blake

There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness. 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 Hell's despair. William Blake

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. William Blake

Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together. William Blake

To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration William Blake

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. William Blake

The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose. William Blake

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does. William Blake

It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only. William Blake

A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent. William Blake

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. William Blake

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you. William Blake

Eternity is in love with the productions of time. William Blake

For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life. William Blake

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure. William Blake

Every harlot was a virgin once. William Blake

She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me. William Blake

When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty. William Blake

He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant. William Blake

The ruins of time build mansions in eternity. William Blake

I rest not from my great task! | To open the Eternal Worlds, | to open the immortal Eyes of Man | Inwards into the Worlds of Thought; | Into eternity, ever expanding | In the Bosom of God, | The Human Imagination William Blake

He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter. William Blake

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. William Blake

We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye. William Blake

Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true. William Blake

The Whole Business of Man is The Arts, & All Things Common. William Blake

How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring? William Blake

I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires. William Blake

Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we. William Blake

The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake

The cut worm forgives the plow. William Blake

To the eyes of a miser a guinea is far more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions that a vine filled with grapes. William Blake

Sweet sleep, with soft down Weave thy brows an infant crown! Sweet sleep, angel mild, Hover o'er my happy child. William Blake

The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive. William Blake

The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees... William Blake

If others had not been foolish, we should be so. William Blake

What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death. William Blake

I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine, But O, he lives in the moony light! I thought to find Love in the heat of day, But sweet Love is the comforter of night. William Blake

O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair. William Blake

Where cheating is, there's mischief there. William Blake

Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are the plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and knave. William Blake

One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision. William Blake

Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire. William Blake

Rhetoric completes the tools of learning. Dialectic zeros in on the logic of things, of particular systems of thought or subjects. Rhetoric takes the next grand step and brings all these subjects together into one whole. William Blake

The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave. William Blake

If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe. William Blake

The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. William Blake

To be an Error and to be Cast out is a part of God's Design. William Blake

The worship of God is, Honouring his gifts in other men each according to his genius, and loving the greatest men best; those who envy or calumniate great men hate God, for there is no other God. William Blake

General knowledges are those knowledges that idiots possess. William Blake

God only acts and is, in existing beings or men. William Blake

Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas. William Blake

I give you the end of a golden string; Only wind it into a ball: It will lead you in at Heaven's gate, Built in Jerusalem's wall. William Blake

He's a Blockhead who wants a proof of what he can't Perceive, And he's a Fool who tries to make such a Blockhead believe. William Blake

Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll'd Around their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc. William Blake

The Goddess Fortune is the devils servant ready to Kiss any ones Arse. William Blake

For Mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. William Blake

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believed. William Blake

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau. Mock on, mock on-'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. William Blake

This cabinet is formed of gold And pearl and crystal shining bright, And within it opens into a world And a little lovely moony night. William Blake

For a tear is an intellectual thing, And a sigh is the sword of an Angel King, And the bitter groan of the martyr's woe Is an arrow from the Almighty's bow. William Blake

Rouze up, O Young Men of the New Age! set your foreheads against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the Camp, the Court & the University, who would, if they could, for ever depress Mental & prolong Corporeal War. William Blake

Men are admitted into Heaven not because they have curbed and governed their passions or have no passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings. The treasures of Heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of intellect, from which all the passions emanate uncurbed in their eternal glory. The fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so holy. William Blake

Embraces are Cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place. William Blake

O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read. William Blake

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