Youth Covets; Let Not This Covetousness Seduce

I Have Enjoyed Earthly Happiness, I Have Lived And Loved.

When You Are Not Happy With Your Life, Always Think That Someone Is Happy Simply Because You Exist

Sentimental Poetry Differs From Naive Poetry In That It Relates The Real State At Which The Latter Stops To Ideas And Applies Ideas To That Reality.

The Great Happiness Of Life, I Find, After All, To Consist In The Regular Discharge Of Some Mechanical Duty.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.