Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.

Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.

Who knows most, doubts most; entertaining hope means recognizing fear.

God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

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.

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