As We Are, So We See.

Bring Me An Axe And Spade, Bring Me A Winding-sheet; When I My Grave Have Made Let Winds And Tempests Beat: Then Down I'll Lie As Cold As Clay. True Love Doth Pass Away!

The Fox Condemns The Trap, Not Himself.

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.

Love Is Weak When There Is More Doubt Than There Is Trust, But Love Is Most Strong When You Learn To Trust Even With All The Doubts. If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God.