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 that a man hath—his wife, his children. Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy and in the withered field where the farmer ploughs for bread in vain.

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, Infinite: for man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern.

"To see a World in a grain of sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the Palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."

Man must, and will, have some religion

What is morality but the things which relate to the body which dies? What is immortality, but the things relating to Spirit, which lives eternally?

The idiot Reasoner laughs at the Man of Imagination and from laughter proceeds to murder by undervaluing the power of his slanderous remarks

He who will not comingle in Love must be adjoined by hate

Do what you will, this life's a fiction, and is made up of contradictions.

In every bosom a universe expands as wings

Go, tell them that the worship of God is honoring his gifts in other men, and loving the greatest men, each according to his Genius, which is the Holy Ghost in man.

Awake! Awake o sleeper of the land of shadows-wake! Expand! I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love

He whose face gives no light shall never become a star

Why stand we here trembling around calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells, stretching a hand to save the falling man.

He who would see the Divinity must see him in his children

And every natural effect has a spiritual cause, and not a natural, for a natural cause only seems; It is a delusion.

A pretense of Art to destroy art; a pretense of liberty to destroy liberty, a pretense of religion to destroy religion.

For not one sparrow can suffer and the whole Universe not suffer also, in all its regions, and its Father and Savior not pity and weep.

Every man's wisdom is peculiar to his own Individuality

The religions of all nations are derived from each nation's different reception of the Poetic Genius.

What is Sin but a little error and fault that is soon forgiven?

Man's desire are limited by his perceptions-none can desire what he has not perceived.

And now begins a new life, because another covering of earth is shaken off

What have I said? What have I done? O all powerful human words!

Jesus died because he strove against the current of this wheel of death, sin, sorrow and punishment: opposing nature.

The imagination is not a state—it is the Human Existence itself Affection or love becomes a state when divided from Imagination. The Memory is a state always, and the Reason is a State. Created to be annihilated and a new Ratio created. Whatever can be created can be annihilated—Forms cannot. The Oak is cut down by the ax, the Lamb calls by the knife. But their forms Eternal Exist Forever. Amen. Halleujah!

Our own imagination-those worlds of Eternity in which we shall live forever

If the sun and moon should doubt, they’d immediately go out.

He who will not defend truth, may be compelled to defend a lie, that he may be snared and caught and taken

Where shall we take our stand to view the infinite and unbounded?

He who sees the Infinite in all things, sees God. He who sees Ratio (the rational) only, sees himself only.

For everything that lives is holy.

Man liveth not by Self alone, but in his brother’s face each shall behold the Eternal Father, and love and joy abound.

He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear

I must create a system—or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

This world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the vegetated body. This world of Imagination is Infinite and Eternal, whereas the world of generation of vegetation is finite and temporal. There exists in that Eternal World the permanent realities of everything which we see reflected in this vegetable glass of nature.

Why should punishment weave the veil with iron wheels of war when forgiveness might it weave with wings of cherubim?

We who dwell on earth can do nothing of ourselves: everything is conducted by spirits, no less than digestion and sleep.

All deities dwell in the human breast

And throughout all eternity I forgive you—you forgive me. As our dear Redeemer said "This the Wine, and this the Bread."

How do you know but every bird that cuts the airy way, is an immense world of delight, closed by your senses five?

There is a void, outside of existence, which if entered into, englobes itself and becomes a womb.

I have been very near the Gates of Death and have returned very weak and an old man feeble and tottering. But not in Spirit and Life—Not in the Real Man--The Imagination liveth forever. In that I am stronger and stronger as this Foolish Body decays.

Every honest man is a prophet.

That man may be purified by the death of thy delusions.

If I were pure, never could I taste the sweets of the Forgiveness of Sins. If I were holy, I could never behold the tears of love of him who loves me in the midst of his anger in the furnace of fire.

Can a poet doubt the visions of Jehovah? Nature has no outline, but Imagination has! Nature has no tune, but Imagination has! Nature has no supernatural and dissolves: Imagination is Eternity.

I am in God’s presence night and day, and he never turns his face away.

Every man’s wisdom is peculiar to his own individuality

The Spirit of Jesus is continual forgiveness of Sin: he who waits to be righteous before he enters the Savior’s kingdom , the Divine Body, will never enter there.

To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal eyes of man inwards into the worlds of thought, into Eternity ever expanding in the bosom of God, the Human Imagination.

I know of no other Christianity—and of no other gospel-than the liberty, both of body and mind, to exercise the Arts of Imagination.

The religions of all nations are derived from each nation’s different reception of the Poetic Genius.

For every pleasure money is useless

Follow me with my plow.

Let him not say he knows better than his Master—for he only holds a candle in the sunshine.

I am perhaps the most sinful of men: I pretend not to see holiness, yet I pretend to love, to see, to converse with daily as man with man, and the more to have an interest in the Friend of Sinners.

All distress inflicted by heaven is a mercy.

Prisons are built with stones of Law, brothels with bricks of Religion.

His wife, Catherine, said of him:  "I have very little of Mr. Blake's company. He is always in Paradise."

Wordsworth's verdict after Blake's death reflected many opinions of the time: "There was no doubt that this poor man was mad, but there is something in the madness of this man which interests me more than the sanity of Lord Byron and Walter Scott."