William Blake

Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.

Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

Opposition is true friendship.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.