In Blake's early career he was largely an
aphoristic poet. To begin looking at the man
I've selected a few aphorisms that seem to
me most creative:
How do you know but ev'ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight, clos'd by your senses five?
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image
Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.
And this from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell:
The ancient Poets animated all sensible
objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling
them by the names and adorning them with
the properties of woods, rivers, mountains,
lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their
enlarged & numerous senses could percieve.
And particularly they studied the genius
of each city & country. placing it under
its mental deity.
Till a system was formed, which some took
advantage of & enslav'd the vulgar by
attempting to realize or abstract the
mental dieties from their objects: thus
Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.
And at length they pronounced that the Gods
had orderd such things. Thus men forgot
that All deities reside in the human breast.
From Plate 13: (Ellie's favorite)
I then asked Ezekiel. why he eat dung, & lay
so long on his right & left side? he answerd.
the desire of raising other men into a
perception of the infinite.
From Plate 14:
If the doors of perception were cleansed
every thing would appear to man as it is:
infinite. For man has closed himself up,
till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks
of his cavern.
Opposition is true Friendship.
For every thing that lives is Holy.
If you want to look at the whole load try Larry's Blake.