Tools Were Made And Born

Every Night And Every Morn Some To Misery Are Born. Every Morn And Every Night Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.

Those Who Restrain Their Desires, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.

If You Would Help Another Man, You Must Do So In Minute Particulars.

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

Gratitude, In Itself, Is Heaven.