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.

Graved inside of it, "Italy".

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Love is energy of life.

Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.