As A Man Is, So

And I Made A Rural Pen, And I Stained The Water Clear, And I Wrote My Happy Songs Every Child May Joy To Hear.

He Who Would Do Good To Another Must Do It In Minute Particulars: General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocrite, And Flatterer, For Art And Science Cannot Exist But In Minutely Organized Particulars.

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

We Are Led To Believe A Lie When We See Not Through The Eye.

Better To Shun The Bait Than Struggle In The Snare.