Quote by William Blake
"O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm."
More from William Blake
"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."
"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing man sees would appear to man as it is, Infinite."
"Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined."
"Energy is Eternal Delight."