I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.