The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. William Blake More Quotes by William Blake More Quotes From William Blake Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too. William Blake dwelling house love thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast. William Blake breasts deities men Shame is pride's cloak. William Blake cloaks shame pride What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death. William Blake torment despair death O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down William Blake eye spring morning Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief? William Blake grief sympathy peace To me this world is all one continued vision of fancy or imagination, and I feel flattered when I am told so. What is it sets Homer, Virgil and Milton in so high a rank of art? Why is the Bible more entertaining and instructive than any other book? Is it not because they are addressed to the imagination, which is spiritual sensation, and but immediately to the understanding or reason? William Blake spiritual bible art I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's. William Blake space fear men God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day. William Blake light soul night Since all the riches of this world William Blake devil simplicity kings Opposition is true friendship. William Blake true-friendship artist friendship 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 sorrow tree happiness Every mortal loss is an immortal gain. William Blake immortal gains loss Heaven is in a grain of sand. William Blake grains-of-sand sand heaven Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. William Blake proportion painting race The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake dark life art The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher's knife. William Blake knives lambs forgiving 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. William Blake wrath anger friendship For the Eye altering alters all; William Blake balls eye imagination Mere enthusiasm is the all in all... / Passion and expression are beauty itself. William Blake passion expression enthusiasm
