Top 400 William Blake Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “I was in a Printing-house in Hell, and saw the method in which knowledge is transmitted from generation to generation.”

— William Blake

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

— William Blake

253. “Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas.”

— William Blake

254. “Where there is money there is no art.”

— William Blake

255. “Mutual forgiveness of each vice. Such are the Gates of Paradise.”

— William Blake

256. “Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistening eye to the poison of a smile?”

— William Blake

257. “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.”

— William Blake

258. “The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel’d to heaven is no artist.”

— William Blake

259. “Tools were made and born were hands, Every farmer understands.”

— William Blake

260. “I cannot consider death as any thing but a removing from one room to another.”

— William Blake

261. “Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.”

— William Blake

262. “Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?”

— William Blake

263. “Everything that lives, lives not alone, nor for itself.”

— William Blake

264. “There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness.”

— William Blake

265. “He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men.”

— William Blake

266. “The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen’s opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved.”

— William Blake

267. “Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?”

— William Blake

268. “Error is created; truth is eternal.”

— William Blake

269. “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.”

— William Blake

270. “Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.”

— William Blake

271. “My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.”

— William Blake

272. “If others had not been foolish, we should be so.”

— William Blake

273. “Angels are happier than men and devils, because they are not always prying after good and evil in one another, and eating the tree of knowledge for Satan’s gratification.”

— William Blake

274. “Knowledge of ideal beauty is not to be acquired. It is born with us. Innate ideas are in every man, born with him; theyare truly himself.”

— William Blake

275. “You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.”

— William Blake

276. “VI. If any could desire what he is incapable of possessing, despair must be his eternal lot.”

— William Blake

277. “Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.”

— William Blake

278. “Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.”

— William Blake

279. “Little fly, thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!”

— William Blake

280. “O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.”

— William Blake

281. “He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.”

— William Blake

282. “Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth.”

— William Blake

283. “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.”

— William Blake

284. “Where any view of money exists, art cannot be carried on.”

— William Blake

285. “Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.”

— William Blake

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

— William Blake

287. “Joy and woe are woven fine.”

— William Blake

288. “Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.”

— William Blake

289. “He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out.”

— William Blake

290. “Every mortal loss is an immortal gain.”

— William Blake

291. “I know that this world is a world of Imagination and Vision.”

— William Blake

292. “Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings.”

— William Blake

293. “To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration.”

— William Blake

294. “The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.”

— William Blake

295. “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.”

— William Blake

296. “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.”

— William Blake

297. “There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True...”

— William Blake

298. “O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read.”

— William Blake

299. “Lives in eternity’s sun rise.”

— William Blake

300. “Think not thou canst sigh a sigh And thy maker is not by; Think not thou canst weep a tear And thy maker is not near.”

— William Blake