Man Partly Is And Wholly Hopes To

'tis Only When They Spring To Heaven That Angels Reveal Themselves To You.

Imperfection Means Perfection Hid.

No, When The Fight Begins Within Himself, / A Man's Worth Something.

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.

The Lie Was Dead And Damned, And Truth Stood Up Instead.