Active evil is better than passive good

— William Blake

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

— William Blake

Ah, Sun-flower! Weary of time, Who contest the steps of the Sun:Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveler's journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: Arise from their graves and aspire, Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

— William Blake

A man can't soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.

— William Blake

And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

— William Blake

Answer this to yourselves, & expel from among you those who pretend to despise the labors of Art & Science, which alone are the labors of the Gospel: Is not this plain & manifest to the thought? Can you think at all, & not pronounce heartily! That to Labor in Knowledge. Is to Build up Jerusalem: and to Despise Knowledge, is to Despise Jerusalem & her Builders. And remember: He who despises & mocks a Mental Gift in another; calling it pride & selfishness & sin; mocks Jesus the giver of every Mental Gift. Which always appear to the ignorance-loving Hypocrite, as Sins. But that which is a Sin in the sight of cruel Man. Is not so in the sight of our kind God.

— William Blake

A Robin Redbreast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage. A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons Shudders Hell tho’ all its regions. A Dog star’d at his Master’s Gate Predicts the ruin of the State. A Horse miss’d upon the Road Calls to Heaven for Human blood. Each outcry of the hunted Hara fiber from the Brain does tear.

— William Blake

A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons Shudders hell tho' all its regions. A dog star'd at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state. A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted Hara fiber from the brain does tear. A skylark wounded in the wing,A cherub does cease to sing. The game-cock clip and arm'd for fight Does the rising sun Albright. Every wolf's and lion's howl Raises from hell a human soul.- "Auguries of Innocence

— William Blake

A robin redbreast in a cage Sets all heaven in a rage.

— William Blake

Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.

— William Blake