Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

The Lamb Misused Breeds Public Strife And Yet Forgives The Butcher's Knife.

Christ's Crucifix Shall Be Made An Excuse For Executing Criminals.

Kill Not The Moth Nor Butterfly, For The Last Judgement Draweth Nigh.

I Cry, Love! Love! Love! Happy Happy Love! Free As The Mountain Wind!

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