In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
William BlakeRead
Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the importance of recognizing and valuing one's own humanity as a part of the divine experience.
William Blake's quote reflects the idea that human beings possess inherent worth and divinity within themselves. It suggests that rather than looking solely to a divine source for validation or worth, one should learn to appreciate and adore their own humanity. This empowerment fosters a deeper connection to oneself and enhances the understanding of one's place in the world and the divine.
In practice
In a lecture about self-improvement, one might say, 'Remember what Blake taught us: adore your own humanity.'
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.
Let every Christian, as much as in him lies, engage himself openly and publicly, before all the World, in some mental pursuit for the Building up of Jerusalem.
I was seen in earlier years by family members and people of authority as somebody wasting his time. I had trouble with the restrictions of conformity. It made me edgy.
I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.
Truth, which is simple and one, admits of no variety.
Human nature is such that people are born with a love of profit If they follow these inclinations, they will struggle and snatch from each other, and inclinations to defer or yield will die.
None are so poor that they have nothing to give...and none are so rich that they have nothing to receive.
Poets are always making waves. I mean, you know, in an ideal situation, the ideal republic can't tolerate poets because - it isn't that they mutter and criticize; it is that the poet does not accept the situation called the 'perfect' condition of man - in other words, perfect in the materialistic sense.
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