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Love Is Weak When There Is More Doubt Than There Is Trust, But Love Is Most Strong When You Learn To Trust Even With All The Doubts. If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.

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Love Is Weak When There Is More Doubt Than There Is Trust, But Love Is Most Strong When You Learn To Trust Even With All The Doubts. If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.

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In Seed Time Learn, In Harvest Teach, In Winter Enjoy.

Thinking Of You

Make Your Own Rules Or Be A Slave To Another Man's.

Demonstration, Similitude & Harmony Are Objects Of Reasoning. Invention, Identity & Melody Are Objects Of Intuition.

General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocite, Flatterer.

The Generations Of Men Run On In The Tide Of Time, But Leave Their Destined Lineaments Permanent For Ever And Ever.

Those Who Restrain Desire, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.

My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept, Into The Dangerous World I Leapt.

You Smile With Pomp And Rigor, You Talk Of Benevolence And Virtue; I Act With Benevolence And Virtue And Get Murdered Time After Time.

The Difference Between A Bad Artist And A Good One Is: The Bad Artist Seems To Copy A Great Deal; The Good One Really Does.

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Wisdom Is Sold In A Desolate Marketplace Where None Can Come To Buy.

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.

But When He Has Done This, Let Him Not Say That He Knows Better Than His Master, For He Only Holds A Candle In Sunshine.

Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock On, Mock On: 'tis All In Vain! You Throw The Sand Against The Wind, And The Wind Blows It Back Again. And Every Sand Becomes A Gem Reflected In The Beams Divine; Blown Back They Blind The Mocking Eye, But Still In Israel's Paths They Shine. 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.

To Create A Little Flower Is The Labour Of Ages.

Pride Is A Personal Commitment. It Is An Attitude Which Separates Excellence From Mediocrity.

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.

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.

Enthusiastic Admiration Is The First Principle Of Knowledge And Its Last.

Bring Me An Axe And Spade, Bring Me A Winding-sheet; When I My Grave Have Made Let Winds And Tempests Beat: Then Down I'll Lie As Cold As Clay. True Love Doth Pass Away!

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.

Then The Parson Might Preach, & Drink, & Sing, And We'd Be As Happy As Birds In The Spring; And Modest Dame Lurch, Who Is Always At Church, Would Not Have Bandy Children, Nor Fasting, Nor Birch.

The Eye Altering, Alters All.

He Who Sees The Infinite In All Things Sees God.

The Errors Of A Wise Man Make Your Rule Rather Than The Perfections Of A Fool.

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity. It Is The Divine Bosom Into Which We Shall All Go After Death Of The Vegetative Body.

Think In The Morning. Act In The Noon. Eat In The Evening. Sleep In The Night.

Imitation Is Criticism.

The True Method Of Knowledge Is Experiment.

I Love Hanging And Drawing And Quartering Every Bit As Well As War And Slaughtering.

The Weak In Courage Is Strong In Cunning.

When A Sinister Person Means To Be Your Enemy, They Always Start By Trying To Become Your Friend.

Mere Enthusiasm Is The All In All... / Passion And Expression Are Beauty Itself.

Heaven Is In A Grain Of Sand.

My Silks And Fine Array, My Smiles And Languished Air, By Love Are Driv'n Away And Mournful Lean Despair Brings Me Yew To Deck My Grave: Such End True Lovers Have.

I Rest Not From My Great Task! | To Open The Eternal Worlds, | To Open The Immortal Eyes Of Man | Inwards Into The Worlds Of Thought; | Into Eternity, Ever Expanding | In The Bosom Of God, | The Human Imagination

Nothing Can Be More Contemptible Than To Suppose Public Records To Be True.

The Person Who Does Not Believe In Miracles Surely Makes It Certain That He Or She Will Never Take Part In One.

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.

Father, O Father! What Do We Here In This Land Of Unbelief And Fear?

The Cistern Contains: The Fountain Overflows.

He Who Has Suffered You To Impose On Him Knows You.

As I Was Walking Among The Fires Of Hell, Delighted With The Enjoyments Of Genius; Which To Angels Look Like Torment And Insanity, I Collected Some Of Their Proverbs.

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.

To Generalize Is To Be An Idiot.

Hold Infinity In The Palm Of Your Hand.

Eternity Of Life

Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty Displayed.

Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid Courted By Incapacity.

The Imagination Is Not A State: It Is The Human Existence Itself.

Why A Tender Curb Upon The Youthful Burning Boy? Why A Little Curtain Of Flesh On The Bed Of Our Desire?

The Glory Of Christianity Is To Conquer By Forgiveness.

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The Man Who Never In His Mind & Thoughts Travel'd To Heaven Is No Artist.

You've Always Had The Power Right There In Your Shoes, You Just Had To Learn It For Yourself.

General Knowledges Are Those Knowledges That Idiots Possess.

General Knowledge

Life Delights In Life.

I See Through My Eyes, Not With Them.

Through My Eyes

Great Things Are Done When Men And Mountains Meet.

Time Is The Mercy Of Eternity; Without Time's Swiftness Which Is The Swiftest Of All Things, All Were Eternal Torment.

He Who Pretends To Be Either Painter Or Engraver Without Being A Master Of Drawing Is An Imposter.

Dear Mother, Dear Mother, The Church Is Cold, But The Ale-house Is Healthy And Pleasant And Warm.

The Thankful Receiver Bears A Plentiful Harvest.

The Fox Provides For Himself, But God Provides For The Lion.

Death Is Terrible, Tho' Borne On Angels' Wings!

Innate Ideas Are In Every Man, Born With Him; They Are Truly Himself. The Man Who Says That We Have No Innate Ideas Must Be A Fool And Knave, Having No Conscience Or Innate Science.

Knowledge Is Life With Wings

Every Thing Possible To Be Believ'd Is An Image Of Truth.

More! More! Is The Cry Of A Mistaken Soul.

The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God.

The Voice Of Honest Indignation Is The Voice Of God.

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!

The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And Laugh'd And All The Hills Echoed

Where Cheating Is, There's Mischief There.

The Look Of Love Alarms Because 'tis Filled With Fire; But The Look Of Soft Deceit Shall Win The Lover's Hire.

What Has Reasoning To Do With Painting?

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.

'come Hither, My Boy, Tell Me What Thou Seest There?' 'a Fool Tangled In A Religious Snare.'

Rhetoric Completes The Tools Of Learning. Dialectic Zeros In On The Logic Of Things, Of Particular Systems Of Thought Or Subjects. Rhetoric Takes The Next Grand Step And Brings All These Subjects Together Into One Whole.

How Sweet I Roamed From Field To Field, And Tasted All The Summer's Pride, Till I The Prince Of Love Beheld, Who In The Sunny Beams Did Glide!

Sweet Babe, In Thy Face Soft Desires I Can Trace, Secret Joys And Secret Smiles, Little Pretty Infant Wiles.

A Skylark Wounded In The Wing, / A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

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The Lamb Misused Breeds Public Strife And Yet Forgives The Butcher's Knife.

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Lives In Eternity's Sun Rise.

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A Robin Redbreast In A Cage Puts All Heaven In A Rage.

Dip Him In The River Who Loves Water.

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Tools Were Made And Born Were Hands, Every Farmer Understands.

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To Mercy Pity Peace And Love All Pray In Their Distress, And To These Virtues Of Delight Return Their Thankfulness. For Mercy Pity Peace And Love Is God Our Father Dear. And Mercy Pity Peace And Love Is Man His Child And Care. Then Every Man Of Every Clime That Prays In His Distress Prays To The Human Form Divine: Love Mercy Pity Peace. And All Must Love The Human Form In Heathen, Turk, Or Jew. Where Mercy, Love And Pity Dwell There God Is Dwelling Too.

The Worship Of God Is, Honouring His Gifts In Other Men Each According To His Genius, And Loving The Greatest Men Best; Those Who Envy Or Calumniate Great Men Hate God, For There Is No Other God.

The Fool Shall Not Enter Into Heaven Let Him Be Ever So Holy.

England! Awake! Awake! Awake! Jerusalem Thy Sister Calls! Why Wilt Thou Sleep The Sleep Of Death And Close Her From Thy Ancient Walls?

The Busy Bee Has No Time For Sorrow.

And We Are Put On Earth A Little Space, That We May Learn To Bear The Beams Of Love.

When A Man Has Married A Wifehe Finds Out Whetherher Knees & Elbows Are Onlyglued Together.

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God.

Exuberance Is Beauty.

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.

Where Any View Of Money Exists, Art Cannot Be Carried On.

For The Eye Altering Alters All; The Senses Roll Themselves In Fear And The Flat Earth Becomes A Ball.

As A Man Is, So He Sees.

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Gratitude, In Itself, Is Heaven.

Men Are Admitted Into Heaven Not Because They Have Curbed And Governed Their Passions Or Have No Passions, But Because They Have Cultivated Their Understandings. The Treasures Of Heaven Are Not Negations Of Passion, But Realities Of Intellect, From Which All The Passions Emanate Uncurbed In Their Eternal Glory.

Execution Is The Chariot Of Genius.

Prisons Are Built With Stones Of Law. Brothels With The Bricks Of Religion.

A Good Local Pub Has Much In Common With A Church, Except That A Pub Is Warmer, And There's More Conversation.

Time Is The Mercy Of Eternity

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

Thus Men Forgot That All Deities Reside In The Human Breast.

Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like To The Armor's Iron Brace.

When My Mother Died I Was Very Young, And My Father Sold Me While Yet My Tongue Could Scarcely Cry Weep Weep Weep Weep. So Your Chimneys I Sweep, And In Soot I Sleep.

The Fool Who Persists In His Folly Will Become Wise.

My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's Cry My Soul Appalls

Energy Is Eternal Delight.

The Modest Rose Puts Forth A Thorn,the Humble Sheep A Threat'ning Horn:while The Lily White Shall In Love Delight,nor A Thorn Nor A Threat Stain Her Beauty Bright.

One Law For The Lion And Ox Is Oppression.

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.

The Most Sublime Act Is To Set Another Before You.

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.

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.

The Apple Tree Never Asks The Beech How He Shall Grow, Nor The Lion, The Horse, How He Shall Take His Prey.

Where There Is Money There Is No Art.

I Am Going To That Country Which I Have All My Life Wished To See.

Nature Has No Outline. Imagination Has.

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.

The Mocker Of Art Is The Mocker Of Jesus.

I Have No Name: I Am But Two Days Old. What Shall I Call Thee? I Happy Am, Joy Is My Name. Sweet Joy Befall Thee!

Although Wine When It Is Read Somewhat Lacks The Savour Of Wine When It Is Drunk, Wine Remains A Very Pleasant Thing Both To Read About And To Chat About.

Travelers Repose And Dream Among My Leaves.

Without Contraries There Is No Progression.

[l]et Light Rise From The Chambers Of The East, And Bring The Honey'd Dew That Cometh On Waking Day. O Radiant Morning.

No Bird Soars Too High If He Soars With His Own Wings.

The Eagle Never Lost So Much Time As When He Submitted To Learn Of The Crow

When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow Cold And Commerce Settles On Every Tree

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.

If The Sun And Moon Should Ever Doubt, They'd Immediately Go Out.

I Turn My Eyes To The Schools & Universities Of Europe And There Behold The Loom Of Locke Whose Woof Rages Dire, Washed By The Water-wheels Of Newton. Black The Cloth In Heavy Wreaths Folds Over Every Nation; Cruel Works Of Many Wheels I View, Wheel Without Wheel, With Cogs Tyrannic Moving By Compulsion Each Other: Not As Those In Eden, Which Wheel Within Wheel In Freedom Revolve, In Harmony & Peace.

What Is Grand Is Necessarily Obscure To Weak Men. That Which Can Be Made Explicit To The Idiot Is Not Worth My Care.

O Earth, O Earth, Return! Arise From Out The Dewy Grass; Night Is Worn; And The Morn Rises From The Slumbrous Mass.

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.

To See A World In A Grain Of Sand And A Heaven In A Wildflower.

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Kill Not The Moth Nor Butterfly, For The Last Judgement Draweth Nigh.

Those Who Restrain Their Desires, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.

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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?

He Whose Face Gives No Light, Shall Never Become A Star.

O God, Protect Me From My Friends, That They Have Not Power Over Me. Thou Hast Giv'n Me Power To Protect Myself From Thy Bitterest Enemies.

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.

Inspirational Love

We Are Here To Learn To Endure The Beams Of Love

If You Would Help Another Man, You Must Do So In Minute Particulars.

I Must Create A System Or Be Enslaved By Another Mans; I Will Not Reason And Compare: My Business Is To Create.

How Can The Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing? How Can A Child, When Fears Annoy, But Droop His Tender Wing, And Forget His Youthful Spring?

When The Voices Of Children Are Heard On The Greenand Laughing Is Heard On The Hill,my Heart Is At Rest Within My Breastand Everything Else Is Still.

To Some People A Tree Is Something So Incredibly Beautiful That It Brings Tears To The Eyes. To Others It Is Just A Green Thing That Stands In The Way.

Every Harlot Was A Virgin Once.

Every Tear From Every Eyebecomes A Babe In Eternity.

The Crow Wished Everything Was Black, The Owl, That Everything Was White.

Hindsight Is A Wonderful Thing But Foresight Is Better, Especially When It Comes To Saving Life, Or Some Pain!

Reason, Or The Ratio Of All We Have Already Known, Is Not The Same That It Shall Be When We Know More.

Ah, Sunflower, Weary Of Time, Who Countest The Steps Of The Sun, Seeking After That Sweet Golden Clime Where The Traveller's Journey Is Done; Where The Youth Pined Away With Desire And The Pale Virgin Shrouded In Snow Arise From Their Graves, And Aspire Where My Sunflower Wishes To Go.

I Heard An Angel Singing; When The Day Was Springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is The World's Release.

Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

Pay Attention To Minute Particulars. Take Care Of The Little Ones. Generalization And Abstraction Are The Plea Of The Hypocrite, Scoundrel, And Knave.

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.

Little Lamb, Who Made Thee? Dost Thou Know Who Made Thee?

Pity Would Be No More, If We Did Not Make Somebody Poor. Mercy No More Could Be, If All Were Happy As We.

Every Man Who Is Not An Artist Is A Traitor To His Own Nature.

Opposition Is True Friendship.

True Friendship

As We Are, So We See.

I Must Create A System, Or Be Enslav'd By Another Man's.

A Musician, An Artist, An Architect: The Man Or Woman Who Is Not One Of These Is Not A Christian.

Since All The Riches Of This World May Be Gifts From The Devil And Earthly Kings, I Should Suspect That I Worshipp'd The Devil If I Thank'd My God For Worldly Things.

God And His Priest And King,...make Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.

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?

Mans Desires Are Limited By His Perceptions; None Can Desire What He Has Not Perceived.

God Forbid That Truth Should Be Confined To Mathematical Demonstration!

We Are Not Meant To Resolve All Contradictions But To Live With Them And Rise Above Them.

The Ignorant Insults Of Individuals Will Not Hinder Me From Doing My Duty To My Art

The Prophets Isaiah And Ezekiel Dined With Me, And I Asked Them How They Dared So Roundly To Assert, That God Spoke To Them; And Whether They Did Not Think At The Time, That They Would Be Misunderstood, & So Be The Cause Of Imposition. Isaiah Answer'd, I Saw No God, Nor Heard Any, In A Finite Organical Perception; But My Senses Discover'd The Infinite In Every Thing, And As I Was Then Persuaded, & Remain Confirm'd; That The Voice Of Honest Indignation Is The Voice Of God, I Cared Not For Consequences But Wrote.

Thou Art A Man God Is No More Thy Own Humanity Learn To Adore

I Went To The Garden Of Love, And Saw What I Never Had Seen: A Chapel Was Built In The Midst, Where I Used To Play On The Green. And The Gates Of This Chapel Were Shut, And 'thou Shalt Not' Writ Over The Door; So I Turn'd To The Garden Of Love, That So Many Sweet Flowers Bore. And I Saw It Was Filled With Graves, And Tomb-stones Where Flowers Should Be: And Priests In Black Gowns, Were Walking Their Rounds, And Binding With Briars, My Joys & Desires.

It Is Easier To Forgive An Enemy Than To Forgive A Friend.

Sooner Strangle An Infant In Its Cradle Than Nurse Unacted Desires.

If The Lion Was Advised By The Fox, He Would Be Cunning.

Active Evil Is Better Than Passive Good.

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The Grave Is Heaven's Golden Gate, And Rich And Poor Around It Wait; O Shepherdess Of England's Fold, Behold This Gate Of Pearl And Gold!

Nature In Darkness Groans And Men Are Bound To Sullen Contemplation In The Night: Restless They Turn On Beds Of Sorrow; In Their Inmost Brain Feeling The Crushing Wheels, They Rise, They Write The Bitter Words Of Stern Philosophy And Knead The Bread Of Knowledge With Tears And Groans.

Children Of The Future Age Reading This Indignant Page Know That In A Former Time Love, Sweet Love, Was Thought A Crime

The Stolen And Perverted Writings Of Homer & Ovid, Of Plato & Cicero, Which All Men Ought To Contemn, Are Set Up By Artifice Against The Sublime Of The Bible

Energy Is An Eternal Delight.

Rome & Greece Swept Art Into Their Maw & Destroy'd It; A Warlike State Never Can Produce Art. It Will Rob & Plunder & Accumulate Into One Place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, But Not Make.

Since The French Revolution Englishmen Are All Intermeasurable One By Another, Certainly A Happy State Of Agreement To Which I Forone Do Not Agree.

He Who Wants, But Doesn't Act, Is A Pest.

Where Mercy, Love, And Pity Dwell, There God Is Dwelling Too.

For All Eternity, I Forgive You And You Forgive Me.

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!

What Is Now Proved Was Once Only Imagined.

Energy Is The Only Life, And Is From The Body; And Reason Is The Bound Or Outward Circumference Of Energy. Energy Is Eternal Delight.

The Vision Of Christ That Thou Dost See Is My Vision's Greatest Enemy . Both Read The Bible Day And Night, But Thou Read'st Black Where I Read White. His Seventy Disciples Sent Against Religion And Government .

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