For the Eye altering alters all, The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ba

For the Eye altering alters all, The Senses roll themselves in fear, And the flat Earth becomes a Ball.

Author: William Blake

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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.

Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, – Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

I'm afraid that sometimes you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you.

We can't be brave without fear.