BLAKE, WILLIAM : The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
BLAKE, WILLIAM : 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.
BLAKE, WILLIAM : A truth that's told with bad intent - beats all the lies you can invent.
BLAKE, WILLIAM : No bird soars too high if he soars on his own wings.
BLAKE, WILLIAM : No bird soars too high if he soars on his own wings.
