Every Harlot Was A Virgin Once.

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.

Jesus & His Apostles & Disciples Were All Artists

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

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

Tyger! Tyger! Burning Bright In The Forests Of The Night, What Immortal Hand Or Eye Could Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry?