Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.

As we are, so we see.

A DIVINE IMAGE Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge.

If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.