William Blake

Shame is pride`s cloak.

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

What is now proved was once only imagined.

Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.

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

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

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