Love Is Energy Of Life.

Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am I, And You Are You.

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.

How Good Is Life, The Mere Living!

Rejoice That Man Is Hurled, From Change To Change Unceasingly, His Soul's Wings Never Furled!

That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand Propping It.