Top 400 William Blake Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “Did he who made the lamb make thee?”

— William Blake

302. “Invention depends altogether upon execution or organization; as that is right or wrong so is the invention perfect or imperfect.”

— William Blake

303. “She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.”

— William Blake

304. “The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laugh’d And all the hills echoed.”

— William Blake

305. “He who wants, but doesn’t act, is a pest.”

— William Blake

306. “Think in the morning. Act in the noon.”

— William Blake

307. “That the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians.”

— William Blake

308. “What has reasoning to do with painting?”

— William Blake

309. “Works of Art can only be produc’d in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it.”

— William Blake

310. “A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.”

— William Blake

311. “As I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius.”

— William Blake

312. “It is the greatest of crimes to depress true art and science.”

— William Blake

313. “Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be.”

— William Blake

314. “Every harlot was a virgin once.”

— William Blake

315. “None but blockheads copy each other.”

— William Blake

316. “Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.”

— William Blake

317. “The Learned, who strive to ascend into Heaven by means of learning, appear to Children like dead horses, when repelled by the celestial spheres.”

— William Blake

318. “Than you’ll see the world as it is : infinte.”

— William Blake

319. “Imagination, the real and eternal world of which this Vegetable Universe is but a faint shadow. What is the life of Man but Art and Science?”

— William Blake

320. “I live in a hole here but God has a beautiful mansion for me elsewhere.”

— William Blake

321. “Now hear a plain fact: Swedenborg has not written one new truth. Now hear another: he has written all the old falsehoods.”

— William Blake

322. “The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.”

— William Blake

323. “A dead body revenges not injuries.”

— William Blake

324. “For where’er the sun does shine, And where’er the rain does fall, Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.”

— William Blake

325. “Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o’er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.”

— William Blake

326. “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.”

— William Blake

327. “The strongest poison ever known came from Caesar’s laurel crown.”

— William Blake

328. “The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.”

— William Blake

329. “Struggling in my father’s hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother’s breast.”

— William Blake

330. “Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.”

— William Blake

331. “The look of love alarms Because ’tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall sin the lover’s hire.”

— William Blake

332. “If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning.”

— William Blake

333. “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.”

— William Blake

334. “The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.”

— William Blake

335. “He who has suffered you to impose on him knows you.”

— William Blake

336. “The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees...”

— William Blake

337. “He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all.”

— William Blake

338. “But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.”

— William Blake

339. “Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.”

— William Blake

340. “Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore.”

— William Blake

341. “Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.”

— William Blake

342. “Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud and blossom, and each sleeping bosom.”

— William Blake

343. “All wholesome food is caught without a net or trap.”

— William Blake

344. “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!”

— William Blake

345. “Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.”

— William Blake

346. “The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.”

— William Blake

347. “The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.”

— William Blake

348. “O why was I born with a different face? Why was I not born like the rest of my race?”

— William Blake

349. “When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree.”

— William Blake

350. “The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.”

— William Blake