The person who does not believe in miracles surely makes it certain that he or she will never take part in one.

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly.

Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans

Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.

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

The eye altering, alters all.