William Blake

If a thing loves it is infinite.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings

Shame is pride's cloak.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

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

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted.

What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.

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.

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

I heard an Angel singing, When the day was springing, "Mercy, Pity, Peace, Is the world's release."

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 sunrise.

And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear.

A dog starved at his master's gate predicts the ruin of the state.

Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

Dip him in the river who loves water.

Seek Love in the pity of others' woe, In the gentle relief of another's care, In the darkness of night and the winter's snow, In the naked and outcast seek Love there!

As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.