William Blake

A truth that`s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

When the doors of perception are cleansed
Things will appear as they are, Infinite.

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

Shame is pride`s cloak.