846 Quotes by William Blake

They accumulate A world in which Man is by his nature the enemy of Man

For every thing that lives is Holy.

O Rose, thou art sick.The invisible wormThat flies in the nightIn the howling stormHas found out thy bedOf crimson joy,And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

For Mercy has a human heart;Pity, a human face;And Love, the human form divine:And Peace the human dress.Songs of InnocenceCruelty has a human heartAnd 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.Songs of Experience - This poem was discovered posthumously.

He who replies to words of doubtdoth put the light of knowledge out.

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

May God us keepFrom Single vision and Newton's sleep.

Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title!