"Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth."
William Blake
Poet, Painter
William Blake was an English poet and artist known for his visionary works, including 'Songs of Innocence and of Experience,' which explore profound themes of imagination and humanity.
- Born
- November 28, 1757
- Died
- August 12, 1827
- Quotes
- 466
- Rank
- #61
Quote collection
William Blake quotes (page 3 of 24)
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"Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night."
"The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom."
"The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God."
"He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise."
"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."
"And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?"
"Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind."
"The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white."
"Active Evil is better than Passive Good."
"Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white."
"Celebrate your existence!"
"The most sublime act is to set another before you."
"The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man."
"The nakedness of woman is the work of God."
"More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul."
"The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that won't believe. The Owl that calls upon the Night Speaks the Unbeliever's fright."
"The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night."
"Jerusalem (1804) And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand 'Til we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land"
"What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care."