Quotes By William Blake

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.

Exuberance is beauty.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.

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

It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.

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

Opposition is true friendship.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

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

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.

Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction.

The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

The eye altering, alters all.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.

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

Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.

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.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.

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

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.