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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!
William Blake - [Babies]
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''When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea?'' O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying ''Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.''
William Blake - [Vision]
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A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
William Blake - [Fools and Foolishness]
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A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
William Blake - [Truth]
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All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.
William Blake - [Future]
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Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
William Blake - [Candor]
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Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.
William Blake - [Nudity]
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As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.
William Blake - [Vision]
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Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.
William Blake - [Bible]
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Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
William Blake - [Sympathy]
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Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.
William Blake - [Christians and Christianity]
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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.
William Blake - [Business]
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Cruelty has a Human Heart, And jealousy a Human Face; Terror the Human Form Divine, And secrecy the Human Dress. The Human Dress is forged Iron, The Human Form a Fiery Forge, The Human Face a Furnace seal d, The Human Heart its hungry gorge.
William Blake - [Humankind]
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Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.
William Blake - [Sex]
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Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
William Blake - [Energy]
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Energy is eternal delight.
William Blake - [Health]
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Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
William Blake - [Eternity]
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Every harlot was a virgin once.
William Blake - [Innocence]
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Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
William Blake - [Sorrow]
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Expect poison from standing water.
William Blake - [Idleness]
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