William Blake was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. His prophetic works have been said to form “what is in proportion to its merits the least read body of poetry in the English language”.His visual artistry led one contemporary art critic to proclaim him “far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced”. In 2002, Blake was placed at number 38 in the BBC’s poll of the 100 Greatest Britons.
The Thankful Receiver Bears A Plentiful Harvest.
Exuberance Is Beauty.
The Weak In Courage Is Strong In Cunning.
Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty Displayed.
To See A World In A Grain Of Sand And Heaven In A Wild Flower Hold Infinity In The Palms Of Your Hand And Eternity In An Hour.
The Glory Of Christianity Is To Conquer By Forgiveness.
Those Who Restrain Their Desires, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.
When The Green Woods Laugh With The Voice Of Joy, And The Dimpling Stream Runs Laughing By; When The Air Does Laugh With Our Merry Wit, And The Green Hill Laughs With The Noise Of It.
The Road Of Excess Leads To The Palace Of Wisdom.
Where Mercy, Love, And Pity Dwell, There God Is Dwelling Too.
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.
Both Read The Bible Day And Night, But Thou Read Black Where I Read White.
If The Sun And Moon Should Ever Doubt, They'd Immediately Go Out.
Both Read The Bible Day And Night, But Thou Read Black Where I Read White.
He Who Desires, But Acts Not, Breeds Pestilence.
Prisons Are Built With Stones Of Law. Brothels With The Bricks Of Religion.
The True Method Of Knowledge Is Experiment.
The Soul Of Sweet Delight, Can Never Be Defiled.
A Fool Sees Not The Same Tree That A Wise Man Sees.
In Seed Time Learn, In Harvest Teach, In Winter Enjoy.
Imagination Is The Real And Eternal World Of Which This Vegetable Universe Is But A Faint Shadow.
Love To Faults Is Always Blind, Always Is To Joy Inclined. Lawless, Winged, And Unconfined, And Breaks All Chains From Every Mind.
The Bird A Nest, The Spider A Web, Man Friendship.
When I Tell The Truth, It Is Not For The Sake Of Convincing Those Who Do Not Know It, But For The Sake Of Defending Those That Do.
It Is Easier To Forgive An Enemy Than To Forgive A Friend.
Art Is The Tree Of Life. Science Is The Tree Of Death.
Lives In Eternity's Sun Rise.
What Is Now Proved Was Once Only Imagined.
The Man Who Never In His Mind And Thoughts Travel'd To Heaven Is No Artist.
The Tree Which Moves Some To Tears Of Joy Is In The Eyes Of Others Only A Green Thing That Stands In The Way. Some See Nature All Ridicule And Deformity... And Some Scarce See Nature At All. But To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.
I Have No Name: I Am But Two Days Old. What Shall I Call Thee? I Happy Am, Joy Is My Name. Sweet Joy Befall Thee!
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.
Every Harlot Was A Virgin Once.
No Bird Soars Too High If He Soars With His Own Wings.
What Is A Wife And What Is A Harlot? What Is A Church And What Is A Theatre? Are They Two And Not One? Can They Exist Separate? Are Not Religion And Politics The Same Thing? Brotherhood Is Religion. O Demonstrations Of Reason Dividing Families In Cruelty And Pride!
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.
What Is Grand Is Necessarily Obscure To Weak Men. That Which Can Be Made Explicit To The Idiot Is Not Worth My Care.
Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief?
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.
Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid Courted By Incapacity.
Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.
The Tigers Of Wrath Are Wiser Than The Horses Of Instruction.
A Truth That's Told With Bad Intent Beats All The Lies You Can Invent.
The Hours Of Folly Are Measured By The Clock; But Of Wisdom, No Clock Can Measure.
I Am In You And You In Me, Mutual In Divine Love.
Travelers Repose And Dream Among My Leaves.
Fun I Love, But Too Much Fun Is Of All Things The Most Loathsome. Mirth Is Better Than Fun, And Happiness Is Better Than Mirth.
One Thought Fills Immensity.
The Eye Altering, Alters All.
If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.