William Blake Quotes About Talent

• Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

  William Blake

  Engineering, Genius, Improvement

  William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.38, Univ of California Press

• Si tú, que estás organizado por la Divina Providencia para la comunión espiritual, te niegas, y entierras tu talento en la tierra, aunque te falte el pan natural, la pena y la desesperación te persiguen durante toda la vida, y después de la muerte la vergüenza y la confusión de rostro hasta la eternidad.

  William Blake

  Spiritual, Confusion, Sorrow

  William Blake (1926). “Prefatory note There is no natural religion. All religions are one. The marriage of heaven and hell Visions of the daughters of Albion. A song of liberty. America. Europe. The book of Urizen. The book of Los. Ahania. The song of Los. The four Zoas. Milton. Jerusalem. On Homer's poetry; On Virgil. Laocoön. The ghost of Abel”

• The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen's opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved.

  William Blake

  Respect, Art, Men

  William Blake (1988). "William Blake", Oxford University Press, EE.UU.

• Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.

  William Blake

  Despair, Talent, Shame

  William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.491, Pearson Education

• Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd, when meek Im despis'd

  William Blake

  Race, Different Faces, Envy

  William Blake (2000). “The Selected Poems of William Blake”, p.149, Wordsworth Editions

• Forgive what you do not approve & love me for this energetic exertion of my talent

  William Blake

  Forgiving, Talent, Energetic

  William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.659, Pearson Education

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