That which can be made Explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
William BlakeThe difference between a good artist and a bad one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal, the good one really does.
William BlakeHow can a bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
Mots clés freedom
Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink
Mots clés carpe-diem fragility-of-life
IV The bounded is loathed by its possessor. The same dull round even of a universe would soon become a mill with complicated wheels.
V If the many become the same as the few, when possess'd, More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul, less than All cannot satisfy Man.
VI If any could desire what he is incapable of possessing, despair must be his eternal lot.
VII The desire of Man being Infinite the possession is Infinite
Mots clés imagination desire possession limitation wishful-thinking
El mejor vino es el más viejo, la mejor agua es la más nueva.
William BlakeTime is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness/ Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment.
William BlakeMots clés time
Than you'll see the world as it is : infinte.
William BlakeDamn braces...bless relaxes.
William BlakeCan I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.
Can I see a falling tear.
And not feel my sorrows share,
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.
Can a mother sit and hear,
An infant groan, an infant fear-
No no never can it be,
Never, never can it be.
- On Anothers Sorrow
Mots clés compassion empathy
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