Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.

Fate hath no voice but the heart's impulse.

The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.

Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance.

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.

Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, - No night but hath its morn.

If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad.