Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages’ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out — not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.

No work begun shall ever pause for death.