846 Quotes by William Blake

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity’s sunrise.

Every wolf’s and lion’s howl Raises from Hell a human soul.

A truth that’s told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.

The child’s toys and the old man’s reasons are the fruits of two seasons.

Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?

Prepare your hearts for Death’s cold hand! prepare Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth; Prepare your arms for glorious victory; Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God! Prepare, prepare!

Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.

A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there’s more conversation.

The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.