You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
What is now proved was once only imagin’d.
Improvement makes straight roads; but the crooked roads without improvements are roads of Genius.
Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Exuberance is Beauty.
- WILLIAM BLAKE -

May 7, 2007 at 1:03 am |
Nice pic, good poem!