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Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

By William Blake
For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.

By William Blake
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.

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He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in Eternity's sunrise.

By William Blake
Every harlot was a virgin once.

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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.

By William Blake
Men are admitted into Heaven not because they have curbed and governed their passions or have no passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings. The treasures of Heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of intellect, from which all the passions emanate uncurbed in their eternal glory. The fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so holy.

By William Blake
He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: general Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer, for Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.

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

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To create a little flower is the labor of ages.

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The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

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Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

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The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose.

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

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Opposition is true friendship.

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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.

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Thinking as I do that the Creator of this world is a very cruel being, and being a worshipper of Christ, I cannot help saying: the Son, O how unlike the Father! First God Almighty comes with a thump on the head. Then Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it.

By William Blake
Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.

By William Blake
Great things are done when men and mountains meet. This is not done by jostling in the street.

By William Blake
Commerce is so far from being beneficial to arts, or to empire, that it is destructive of both, as all their history shows, for the above reason of individual merit being its great hatred. Empires flourish till they become commercial, and then they are scattered abroad to the four winds.

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My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt; helpless, naked, piping loud, like a fiend hid in a cloud.

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Exuberance is beauty.

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I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

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A Robin Redbreast in a cage, Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

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'Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!'

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

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Where man is not, nature is barren.

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Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too.

By William Blake
When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius lift up thy head

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When the stars threw down their spears, / And watered heaven with their tears, / Did he smile his work to see? / Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

By William Blake