I have always found that angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise. — William Blake. English poet and artist (1757–1827)
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru' narrow chinks of his cavern.
I was angry with my friend I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.