William Blake
  • The true method of knowledge is experiment.

  • He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.

  • Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

  • What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

  • Great things are done when men and mountains meet.