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 happy man does not notice the flight of time.

A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.

In love, Jealousy is the great exaggerator.

Obedience decks the Christian most.

Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.

You saw his weakness, and he will never forgive you.