The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
Category: William Blake
The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure.
What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.
A truth that’s told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel’d to heaven is no artist.
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.