William Blake

William
Blake
1757
1827

English Poet, Engraver, Painter, Visionary Mystic

Author Quotes

You throw the sand against the wind And the wind blows it back again.

You'll quite remove the ancient curse.

Your chimneys I sweep and in soot I sleep.

Your friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.

Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.

Works of Art can only be produc'd in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it.

You are forgiven for your happiness and your successes only if you generously consent to share them.

You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue.

You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.

To create a little flower is the labor of ages.

Wandering in many a coral grove, fair nine, forsaking poetry!

When a man has married a wife he finds out whether her knees and elbows are only glued together.

Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud and blossom, and each sleeping bosom.

To generalize is to be an idiot. To particularize is the alone distinction of merit. General knowledges are those knowledges that idiots possess.

Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief's.

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.

Where man is not, nature is barren.

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?

We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye.

When I from black and he from white cloud free, and round the tent of Godlike lambs we joy, I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear to lean in joy upon our father's knee; and then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair, and be like him, and he will then love me.

Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

To mercy, pity, peace and love all pray in their distress, and to these virtues of delight return their thankfulness. For mercy pity peace and love is god our father dear. And mercy pity peace and love is man his child and care. Then every man of every clime that prays in his distress prays to the human form divine: love mercy pity peace. And all must love the human form in heathen, Turk, or Jew. Where mercy, love and pity dwell there god is dwelling too.

We reap in joy the fruit which we in bitter tears did sow.

When I saw that rage was vain and to sulk would nothing gain, turning many a trick and wile I began to soothe and smile.

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First Name
William
Last Name
Blake
Birth Date
1757
Death Date
1827
Bio

English Poet, Engraver, Painter, Visionary Mystic