The Cut Worm Forgives The Plow.

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

The Mocker Of Art Is The Mocker Of Jesus.

Jerusalem (1804) And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time Walk Upon England's Mountains Green And Was The Holy Lamb Of God On England's Pleasant Pastures Seen And Did The Countenance Divine Shine Forth Upon Our Clouded Hills And Was Jerusalem Builded Here Among Those Dark Satanic Mills Bring Me My Bow Of Burning Gold Bring Me My Arrows Of Desire Bring Me My Spears O'clouds Unfold Bring Me My Chariot Of Fire I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight Nor Shall My Sword Sleep In My Hand 'til We Have Built Jerusalem In England's Green And Pleasant Land

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

Shame Is Pride's Cloak.