What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care. – William Blake
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes. – William Blake
Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth. – 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. – William Blake
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. – William Blake
Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. – William Blake
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! – William Blake
I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create. – William Blake
The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind. – William Blake
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. – William Blake
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does. – 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. – William Blake
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 some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. – William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sun rise. – William Blake
