The Errors Of A Wise

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

My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's Cry My Soul Appalls

The Grave Is Heaven's Golden Gate, And Rich And Poor Around It Wait; O Shepherdess Of England's Fold, Behold This Gate Of Pearl And Gold!

Art Is The Tree Of Life. Science Is The Tree Of Death.

Exuberance Is Beauty.