Joy And Woe Are Woven

You Become What You Behold.

If The Doors Of Perception Were Cleansed Everything Would Appear To Man As It Is, Infinite.

The Ruins Of Time Build Mansions In Eternity.

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God. The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God. The Wrath Of The Lion Is The Wisdom Of God. The Nakedness Of Woman Is The Work Of God.

He Who Would Do Good To Another Must Do It In Minute Particulars: General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocrite, And Flatterer, For Art And Science Cannot Exist But In Minutely Organized Particulars.