William Blake

Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb." So I piped with merry cheer; "Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear.

To generalize is to be an idiot.

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

The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.

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?

Always be ready to speak you mind and a base man will avoid you.

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.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

The path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom.

As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.