Quote

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

William Blake

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
Collector
Engraver
Graphic Artist
Illustrator
Lithographer
Painter
Philosopher
Poet
Printer
Theologian
London
England
W. Blake
Uil'iam Bleik
Blake
Artist
Weeps
Excessive
Laughs
Moderation
Sympathy
Sorrow
Laughing
Joy
Excessiveness

More quotes by William Blake

Image
It is the greatest of crimes to depress true art and science.
William Blake
Image
He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all.
William Blake
Image
One law for the lion and ox is oppression.
William Blake
Image
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
William Blake
Image
Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?
William Blake
Image
The ruins of time build mansions in eternity.
William Blake
Image
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')
William Blake
Image
I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill
William Blake
Image
I care not whether a man is good or evil all that I care / Is whether he is a wise man or a fool. Go! put off holiness, / And put on intellect.
William Blake
Image
Pride is a personal commitment. It is an attitude which separates excellence from mediocrity.
William Blake
Image
Gratitude is heaven itself.
William Blake
Image
He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.
William Blake
Image
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
Image
Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.
William Blake
Image
Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!
William Blake
Image
Every wolf's and lion's howl Raises from Hell a human soul.
William Blake
Image
Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
William Blake
Image
The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave.
William Blake
Image
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
William Blake
Image
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
William Blake