Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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“ I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create. ”
— William Blake
“ If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. ”
— William Blake
“ No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. ”
— William Blake