General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer. William Blake More Quotes by William Blake More Quotes From William Blake In every cry of every man, William Blake voice mind men Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. William Blake joy sweet baby The Stolen and Perverted Writings of Homer & Ovid, of Plato & Cicero, which all men ought to contemn, are set up by artifice against the Sublime of the Bible William Blake plato writing men He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear. William Blake desire When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinite. William Blake And because I am happy and dance and sing, They think they have done me no injury. William Blake Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read'st black while I read white. William Blake He's a Blockhead who wants a proof of what he Can't Percieve And he's a Fool who tries to make such a Blockhead believe. 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 dispite. William Blake My mother groan'd, my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping load, Like a friend hid in a cloud. William Blake Prisons are built with stones of law, brothels with bricks of religion. William Blake There is no idea so right that there is nothing wrong about it, And nothing so wrong that there isn't something right about it. ~William Blake~ William Blake To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. William Blake When I tell any truth it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those who do. William Blake You are forgiven for your happiness and your successes only if you generously consent to share them. William Blake To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. William Blake gardening flower heaven world 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. William Blake laugh hill green joy
