No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. William Blake More Quotes by William Blake More Quotes From William Blake Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. William Blake sorrow joy All pictures that's painted with sense and with thought / Are painted by madmen as sure as a groat; / For the greater the fool in the pencil more blest, / And when they are drunk they always paint best. William Blake fool drunk paint That the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians. William Blake benefits christian god If Christianity was morality, Socrates would be the Saviour. William Blake morality christianity would-be Energy is eternal delight. William Blake medicine joy philosophy Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? William Blake regret poison eye Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. William Blake shame despair talent Come live, and be merry, and join with me, To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he! William Blake chorus singing sweet Energy is an eternal delight. William Blake delight eternal energy Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality. William Blake patterns real men He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men. William Blake wrens hurt men When Sir Joshua Reynolds died William Blake died artist art Poetry fettered fetters the human race. William Blake proportion poetry race Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. William Blake maids ugly action The cut worm forgives the plow. William Blake forgiveness cutting happiness Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. William Blake creative beauty art Travelers repose and dream among my leaves. William Blake journey dream travel The cistern contains: The fountain overflows. William Blake overflow fountain god 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 eye imagination men The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled. William Blake artist soul sweet
