When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.
Meaning of the quote
When you tell the truth, you're not trying to convince people who don't know it. Instead, you're trying to protect and support those who already know the truth. The poet William Blake is saying that we should stand up for the truth, even if not everyone believes it.
About William Blake
William Blake was an English poet, painter, and printmaker who lived during the Romantic Age. Although largely unrecognized in his lifetime, he is now considered a seminal figure in the history of poetry and visual art. His diverse and symbolically rich works embraced the imagination as the essence of human existence.
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