He Who Makes His Law A Curse,

I See Through My Eyes, Not With Them.

Christianity Is Art And Not Money. Money Is Its Curse.

I See The Past, Present & Future Existing All At Once Before Me.

Dear Mother, Dear Mother, The Church Is Cold, But The Ale-house Is Healthy And Pleasant And Warm.

The Atoms Of Democritus And Newton's Particles Of Light Are Sands Upon The Red Sea Shore, Where Israel's Tents Do Shine So Bright.