There Can Be No Good Will. Will

How Can A Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing?

Sooner Strangle An Infant In Its Cradle Than Nurse Unacted Desires.

The Soul Of Sweet Delight, Can Never Be Defiled.

The Generations Of Men Run On In The Tide Of Time, But Leave Their Destined Lineaments Permanent For Ever And Ever.

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.