Dreams Must Be Heeded And

Man Is A Microcosm, Or A Little World, Because He Is An Extract From All The Stars And Planets Of The Whole Firmament, From The Earth And The Elements; And So He Is Their Quintessence.

Time Is A Brisk Wind, For Each Hour It Brings Something New.

Although Alchemy Has Now Fallen Into Contempt, And Is Even Considered A Thing Of The Past, The Physicain Should Not Be Influenced By Such Judgements.

Once A Disease Has Entered The Body, All Parts Which Are Healthy Must Fight It: Not One Alone, But All. Because A Disease Might Mean Their Common Death. Nature Knows This; And Nature Attacks The Disease With Whatever Help She Can Muster.

Thoughts Create A New Heaven, A New Firmament, A New Source Of Energy, From Which New Arts Flow.