William Blake

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!

The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.

Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

The eye altering, alters all.

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.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.

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.

I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

Lives in eternity's sun rise.

Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.

When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.

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!

If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.