Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like

Energy Is The Only Life, And Is From The Body; And Reason Is The Bound Or Outward Circumference Of Energy. Energy Is Eternal Delight.

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

The Spirits Of The Air Live On The Smells Of Fruit; And Joy, With Pinions Light, Roves Round The Gardens, Or Sits Singing In The Trees.

On No Other Ground Can I Sow My Seed Without Tearing Up Some Stinking Weed.

Wisdom Is Sold In A Desolate Marketplace Where None Can Come To Buy.