Reason, Or The Ratio Of

What Is Now Proved Was Once Only Imagined.

Shame Is Pride's Cloak.

If The Doors Of Perception Were Cleansed Everything Would Appear To Man As It Is, Infinite. For Man Has Closed Himself Up, Till He Sees All Things Thru Chinks Of His Cavern.

Mercy, Pity, Peace Is The World's Release.

I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight Nor Shall My Sword Sleep In My Hand.