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Sex
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Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.
-William Blake
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Sincerity
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Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
-William Blake
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Society
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What is a wife and what is a harlot? What is a church and what is a theatre? are they two and not one? Can they exist separate? Are not religion and politics the same thing? Brotherhood is religion. O demonstrations of reason dividing families in cruelty and pride!
-William Blake
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Sympathy
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Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
-William Blake
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Thought
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One thought fills immensity.
-William Blake
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Time
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The hours of folly are measured by the clock, but of wisdom no clock can measure.
-William Blake
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Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
-William Blake
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To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.
-William Blake
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Truth
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For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.
-William Blake
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Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believed.
-William Blake
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When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.
-William Blake
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Understanding
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What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
-William Blake
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War
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If you have form'd a circle to go into, Go into it yourself, and see how you would do.
They said this mystery never shall cease: The priest promotes war, and the soldier peace.
-William Blake, To God The Rossetti Manuscript, 1810
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Wisdom
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What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
-William Blake
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The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
-William Blake
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The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
-William Blake
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