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William Blake Quotes

(1757-1827), British Poet, Painter

You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.

Category: Piety

I am really sorry to see my countrymen trouble themselves about politics. If men were wise, the most arbitrary princes could not hurt them. If they are not wise, the freest government is compelled to be a tyranny. Princes appear to me to be fools. Houses of Commons and Houses of Lords appear to me to be fools; they seem to me to be something else besides human life.

Category: Politicians And Politics

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.

Category: Possibilities

Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.

Category: Prudence

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

Category: Punishment

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.

Category: Resentment

The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen's opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved.

Category: Respectability

The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen's opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved.

Category: Responsibility

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

Category: Rules

Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

Category: Sex

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Category: Sorrow

Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

Category: Sorrow

Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, and they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals and is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, and if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.

Category: Sorrow

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

Category: Stardom

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

Category: Sympathy