For every thing that lives is Holy. — William Blake

I am going to that country which I have all my life wished to see. — William Blake

For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life. — William Blake

Knowledge is life with wings. — William Blake

Lives in eternity’s sun rise. — William Blake

Hindsight is a wonderful thing but foresight is better, especially when it comes to saving life, or some pain! — William Blake

Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Energy is eternal delight. — William Blake

Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there. — William Blake

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. — William Blake

Enlightenment means taking full responsibility for your life. — William Blake

Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death. — William Blake

Mere enthusiasm is the all in all. — William Blake

Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty. — William Blake

Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude. — William Blake

God and His Priest and King,…make up a heaven of our misery. — William Blake

Heaven is in a grain of sand. — William Blake

I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly. — William Blake

The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy. — William Blake

A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. — William Blake

The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel’d to heaven is no artist. — William Blake

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings. — William Blake

When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? — William Blake

Those who enter the gates of heaven are not beings who have no passions or who have curbed the passions, but those who have cultivated an understanding of them. — William Blake

Mutual forgiveness of each vice. Such are the Gates of Paradise. — William Blake

The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks. — William Blake

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled. — William Blake

Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy. — William Blake

More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul. — William Blake

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

Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul to bind. — William Blake

This life’s dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye. — William Blake

Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age. — William Blake

God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day. — William Blake

The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory. — William Blake

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

My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light. — William Blake

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! — William Blake

But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We’d sing and we’d pray all the live long day, Nor ever once from the church to stray. — William Blake

I’m sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew. — William Blake

Every harlot was a virgin once. — William Blake

The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. — William Blake

Active Evil is better than Passive Good. — William Blake

The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. — William Blake

If a thing loves, it is infinite. — William Blake

Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy. — William Blake

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love. — William Blake

There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet. — William Blake

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

Where mercy, love, and pity dwell there god is dwelling too. — William Blake

To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. — William Blake

Dip him in the river who loves water. — William Blake

Eternity is in love with the productions of time. — William Blake

Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven. — William Blake

The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles. — William Blake

He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant. — William Blake

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

Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another’s loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite. — William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl? — William Blake

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair. — William Blake

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

I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind! — William Blake

The Angel that presided o’er my birth Said, ‘Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth’. — William Blake

The look of love alarms Because ’tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall win the lover’s hire. — William Blake

I love hanging and drawing and quartering Every bit as well as war and slaughtering. — William Blake

For mercy has a human heart, pity, a human face, and love, the human Form divine, and peace, the human dress. — William Blake

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind. — William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly. — William Blake

The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself. — William Blake

Nature has no outline. Imagination has. — William Blake

To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. — William Blake

Art degraded, Imagination denied. — William Blake

Work up imagination to the state of vision. — William Blake

One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision. — William Blake

If you cannot imagine with the mind’s eye much more than you can see with the mortal eye, you have a very poor imagination indeed. — William Blake

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

The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision’s greatest enemy. — William Blake

Tools were made and born were hands, Every farmer understands. — William Blake

I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand. — William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? — William Blake

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand. — William Blake

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

The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush’d the tyrant’s head And became Tyrant in his stead. — William Blake

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. — William Blake

Little fly, thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing! — William Blake

O white–robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read. — William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. — William Blake

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die — William Blake

The atoms of Democritus And Newton’s particles of light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright. — William Blake

Colouring does not depend on where the colours are put, but on where the lights and darks are put, and all depends on form and outline, on where that is put. — William Blake

He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out. — William Blake

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

L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey’d dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning. — William Blake

Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe, After night I do crowd, And with night will go; I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increased; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain. — William Blake

Thou fair–hair’d angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! — William Blake

Let the men do their duty & the women will be such wonders; the female life lives from the light of the male: see a man’s female dependants, you know the man. — William Blake

I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine, But O, he lives in the moony light! I thought to find Love in the heat of day, But sweet Love is the comforter of night. — William Blake

Degrade first the Arts if you’d Mankind Degrade. Hire Idiots to Paint with cold light & hot shade: Give high Price for the worst, leave the best in disgrace, And with Labours of Ignorance fill every place. — William Blake

He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all. — William Blake

The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees. — William Blake

If Christianity was morality, Socrates would be the Saviour. — William Blake

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. — William Blake

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out. — William Blake

The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness. — William Blake

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. — William Blake

Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night. — William Blake

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. — William Blake

And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. — William Blake

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o’er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep. — William Blake

The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. — William Blake

O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass. — William Blake

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. — William Blake

The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. — William Blake