Nature Has No Outline. Imagination Has.

He Who Wants, But Doesn't Act, Is A Pest.

We Are Not Meant To Resolve All Contradictions But To Live With Them And Rise Above Them.

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

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.

Like A Fiend In A Cloud, With Howling Woe, After Night I Do Crowd, And With Night Will Go; I Turn My Back To The East, From Whence Comforts Have Increased; For Light Doth Seize My Brain With Frantic Pain.