I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
From William Blake
What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
One thought fills immensity.
The eye altering, alters all.
When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.
Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
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