846 Quotes by William Blake

I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven’s gate Built in Jerusalem’s wall.

Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o’er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

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

And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love.

Since all the riches of this world May be gifts from the Devil and earthly kings, I should suspect that I worshipp’d the Devil If I thank’d my God for worldly things.

Struggling in my father’s hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother’s breast.

May God us keep From Single vision and Newton’s sleep.

He who doubts from what he sees Will ne’er believe, do what you please.

Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans.