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.

Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.

Great souls suffer in silence.

An axe at home saves hiring a carpenter.

The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.

Yet have I ever heard it said that spies and tale-bearers have done more mischief in this world than poisoned bowl or the assassin's dagger.

Physical beauty is the sign of an interior beauty, a spiritual and moral beauty which is the basis, the principle, and the unity of the beautiful.