What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
William BlakeAll futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.
William BlakeTime is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.
William Blake