There's a new tribunal now higher than God's -The educated man's!

Be sure they sleep not whom God needs.

Make us happy and you make us good.

When is man strong until he feels alone?

One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.

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.

Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.