None But Blockheads Copy Each Other.

I Am Under The Direction Of Messengers From Heaven Daily And Nightly.

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

Since The French Revolution Englishmen Are All Intermeasurable One By Another, Certainly A Happy State Of Agreement To Which I Forone Do Not Agree.

For Where'er The Sun Does Shine, And Where'er The Rain Does Fall, Babe Can Never Hunger There, Nor Poverty The Mind Appall.

Colouring Does Not Depend On Where The Colours Are Put, But On Where The Lights And Darks Are Put, And All Depends On Form And Outline, On Where That Is Put.