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To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration
William Blake
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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
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He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: general Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer, for Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.
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The Old and New Testaments are the Great Code of Art.
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Art degraded, Imagination denied.
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Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title!
William Blake
Come live, and be merry, and join with me, To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!
William Blake
Painters are noted for being dissipated and wild.
William Blake
Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals & is utterly useless to any one a blight never does good to a tree, & 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
I see the Past, Present & Future existing all at once Before me.
William Blake
The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
William Blake
A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.
William Blake
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru chinks of his cavern.
William Blake
He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men.
William Blake
Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas.
William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
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
Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!
William Blake
Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistening eye to the poison of a smile?
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
The true method of knowledge is experiment.
William Blake
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow
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