God! Thou Art Love! I Build My

When Is Man Strong Until He Feels Alone?

There's A New Tribunal Now Higher Than God's -the Educated Man's!

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.

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives

The Heavens And Earth Stay As They Were; My Heart Beats As It Beat: The Truth Remains The Truth.