THE POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

To be an Error and to be Cast out is a part of God's Design.

Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

Enlightenment means taking full responsibility for your life.

Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.