I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
William BlakeA musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.
William BlakeI went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
William Blake