You've always had the power right there in your shoes, you just had to learn it for yourself. William Blake More Quotes by William Blake More Quotes From William Blake Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. William Blake sorrowjoy 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 fooldrunkpaint 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 benefitschristiangod If Christianity was morality, Socrates would be the Saviour. William Blake moralitychristianitywould-be Energy is eternal delight. William Blake medicinejoyphilosophy Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? William Blake regretpoisoneye 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 shamedespairtalent Come live, and be merry, and join with me, To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he! William Blake chorussingingsweet Energy is an eternal delight. William Blake delighteternalenergy Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality. William Blake patternsrealmen He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men. William Blake wrenshurtmen When Sir Joshua Reynolds died William Blake diedartistart Poetry fettered fetters the human race. William Blake proportionpoetryrace Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. William Blake maidsuglyaction The cut worm forgives the plow. William Blake forgivenesscuttinghappiness Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. William Blake creativebeautyart Travelers repose and dream among my leaves. William Blake journeydreamtravel The cistern contains: The fountain overflows. William Blake overflowfountaingod 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 eyeimaginationmen The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled. William Blake artistsoulsweet
