I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me. — William Blake. English poet and artist (1757–1827) God
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru' narrow chinks of his cavern.
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.