Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God

You Become What You Behold.

To The Eyes Of A Miser A Guinea Is More Beautiful Than The Sun, And A Bag Worn With The Use Of Money Has More Beautiful Proportions Than A Vine Filled With Grapes.

All Pictures That's Painted With Sense And With Thought / Are Painted By Madmen As Sure As A Groat; / For The Greater The Fool In The Pencil More Blest, / And When They Are Drunk They Always Paint Best.

Joys Impregnate. Sorrows Bring Forth.

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