In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
William BlakeLittle fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!
William BlakeIf you, who are organised by Divine Providence for spiritual communion, refuse, and bury your talent in the earth, even though you should want natural bread, sorrow and desperation pursue you through life, and after death shame and confusion of face to eternity.
William BlakeAll the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.
William Blake