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Quotes from Paracelsus — Robert Browning

1812–1889 England

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13 quotes

God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.

Paracelsus (1835)

Love, hope, fear, faith — these make humanity;
These are its sign and note and character.

Paracelsus (1835)

Autumn wins you best by this its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Paracelsus (1835)

Progress is
The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

Paracelsus (1835)

That we devote ourselves to God, is seen
In living just as though no God there were.

Paracelsus (1835)

Strange secrets are let out by Death
Who blabs so oft the follies of this world.

Paracelsus (1835)

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung
To their first fault, and withered in their pride.

Paracelsus (1835)

Every joy is gain
And gain is gain, however small.

Paracelsus (1835)

The peerless cup afloat
Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph
Swims bearing high above her head.

Paracelsus (1835)

Jove strikes the Titans down
Not when they set about their mountain-piling
But when another rock would crown the work.

Paracelsus (1835)

I give the fight up: let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me.
I want to be forgotten even by God.

Paracelsus (1835)

Be sure that God
Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.

Paracelsus (1835)

I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive,—what time, what circuit first,
I ask not; but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

Paracelsus (1835)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Robert Browning (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.