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 jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.
It does not prove a thing to be right because the majority say it is so.
If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.
Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.
One can give advice comfortably from a safe port.