He Who Binds To Himself A Joy

The Vision Of Christ That Thou Dost See, Is My Vision's Greatest Enemy. Thine Is The Friend Of All Mankind, Mine Speaks In Parables To The Blind. Thine Loves The Same World That Mine Hates, Thy Heaven-doors Are My Hell Gates.

To Create A Little Flower Is The Labour Of Ages.

There Is A Place Where Contrarieties Are Equally True.

Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty !

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God.