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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c203b5b | Jesus & his apostles & disciples were all artists | William Blake | ||
| 87c51ba | A dog starved at his master's gatePredicts the ruin of the state. | William Blake | ||
| 3f7f18a | He who shall hurt the little wrenShall never be beloved by men. | William Blake | ||
| 91532e4 | A truth that's told with bad intentBeats all the lies you can invent. | William Blake | ||
| 0c6a953 | Every tear from every eyeBecomes a babe in eternity. | William Blake | ||
| 22f12f0 | He who shall teach the child to doubtThe rotting grave shall ne'er get out. | William Blake | ||
| 7cc5096 | The strongest poison ever knownCame from Caesar's laurel crown. | William Blake | ||
| 403de5d | The harlot's cry from street to streetShall weave old England's winding sheet. | William Blake | ||
| 26e73b3 | And throughout all eternityI forgive you, you forgive me. | William Blake | ||
| c0aad92 | Terror in the house does roar,But Pity stands before the door. | William Blake | ||
| 19093bb | Great things are done when men and mountains meet;This is not done by jostling in the street. | William Blake | ||
| d72469d | If you have formed a circle to go into,Go into it yourself and see how you would do. | William Blake | ||
| 380d445 | Half Friendship is the bitterest Enmity... | William Blake | ||
| d2a305d | Every Thing has its Vermin O Spectre of the Sleeping Dead! | William Blake | ||
| 9c2713c | They have divided themselves by Wrath. they must be united by | William Blake | ||
| 758a1db | Pity must join together those whom wrath has torn in sunder | William Blake | ||
| b4e1385 | It is easier to forgive an Enemy than to forgive a Friend. | William Blake | ||
| 0c6a4e9 | Every Harlot was a Virgin once | William Blake | ||
| b3e11d1 | This world of imagination is the world of eternity. | William Blake | ||
| a6a0b90 | The Goddess Fortune is the devils servant ready to Kiss any ones Arse. | William Blake | ||
| 9bcdd2c | I die, I die!" the Mother said,"My children die for lack of Bread." | William Blake | ||
| c5bd356 | My Brother starv'd between two Walls,His Children's Cry my Soul appalls; | William Blake | ||
| a5d6bea | The iron hand crush'd the Tyrant's headAnd became a Tyrant in his stead. | William Blake | ||
| d0b5d60 | Go for souls and go for the worst. | William Booth | ||
| 8cb96a3 | Though I bequeath you no estate, I leave you in the enjoyment of liberty. | William Bradford (American Revolutionary printer) | ||
| c9c567d | Parties cannot by consent give to the Court a power which it would not have without it. | William Brett, 1st Viscount Esher | ||
| 55b7ace | The taste of mole was the most repulsive I knew until I tasted a bluebottle [fly]. | William Buckland | ||
| b82e221 | I have eaten many strange things, but have never eaten the heart of a king. | William Buckland | ||
| 788ed8f | I have been brought up in the 13th century belief, and in that belief I intend to die. | William Burges | ||
| 6296fc3 | The real mission of machinery is to reduce pounds to shillings and shillings to pence. | William Burges | ||
| 414e6b3 | In dreams begins responsibility. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 4f1cede | I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 4501ad4 | Man can embody truth but he cannot know it. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| a8b198b | Words alone are certain good. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| c1b3861 | Dream, dream, for this is also sooth. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 396cee8 | When I play on my fiddle in Dooney,Folk dance like a wave of the sea. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| fb258a3 | Pardon, old fathers, if you still remainSomewhere in ear-shot for the story's end. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| bc6dcc7 | I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 7185f93 | They say such different things at school. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| c1ac36b | In indolent vacuity of thought. | William Cowper | ||
| 91dc89f | Nothing that we love over-muchIs ponderable to our touch. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 82dbd92 | All changed, changed utterly:A terrible beauty is born. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| f2d5e2d | Minute by minute they live: The stone's in the midst of all. | William Butler Yeats | ||
| 12f487d | Too long a sacrificeCan make a stone of the heart. | William Butler Yeats |