And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification
William BlakeWhat is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
William BlakeI asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady.
William Blake