A Tyrant Is The Worst Disease, And

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.

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.

Little Lamb, Who Made Thee? Dost Thou Know Who Made Thee?

Where Mercy, Love, And Pity Dwell, There God Is Dwelling Too.

Innate Ideas Are In Every Man, Born With Him; They Are Truly Himself. The Man Who Says That We Have No Innate Ideas Must Be A Fool And Knave, Having No Conscience Or Innate Science.