William Blake

William
Blake
1757
1827

English Poet, Engraver, Painter, Visionary Mystic

Author Quotes

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.

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 contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.

To my eye Rubens' coloring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the color of excrement.

Weeps incessantly for my sin.

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. It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels but because they do not expect holiness from one another but from God only thinking as I do that the creator of this world is a very cruel being, I cannot help saying: "the son, o how unlike the father!" first God almighty comes with a thump on the head.

Where there is money there is no art.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

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.

What has reasoning to do with painting?

When my mother died, I was very young, and my father sold me while yet my tongue could scarcely cry `'weep! 'Weep! 'Weep! 'Weep!' so your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.

Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?

This world of imagination is the world of eternity.

To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun and and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes. The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity, and by these I shall not regulate my proportions; and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.

What is a wife and what is a harlot? What is a church and what is a theatre? Are they two and not one? Can they exist separate? Are not religion and politics the same thing? Brotherhood is religion o demonstrations of reason dividing families in cruelty and pride!

When nations grow old the arts grow cold and commerce settles on every tree.

Why art thou silent and invisible, father of jealousy?

Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled.

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

English Poet, Engraver, Painter, Visionary Mystic