As We Are, So We See.

O Thou Who Passest Through Our Valleys In Thy Strength, Curb Thy Fierce Steeds, Allay The Heat That Flames From Their Large Nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft Pitchest Here Thy Golden Tent, And Oft Beneath Our Oaks Hast Slept, While We Beheld With Joy Thy Ruddy Limbs And Flourishing Hair.

The Whole Business Of Man Is The Arts, & All Things Common.

Come Live, And Be Merry, And Join With Me, To Sing The Sweet Chorus Of 'ha Ha He!

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.

First Thought Is Best In Art, Second In Other Matters.