William Blake

Exuberance is Beauty.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

Mutual forgiveness of each vice. Such are the Gates of Paradise.

I was angry with my friend I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

"What," it will be questioned, "when the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea?" "O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying, 'Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty!'"

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

Then old Nobodaddy aloft Farted and belched and coughed, And said, "I love hanging and drawing and quartering Every bit as well as war and slaughtering."

Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals & is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, & if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.

The Man who never in his Mind and Thoughts traveled to Heaven is No artist.

'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!