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.
Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber.
It would be necessary that they should be already sages to love wisdom...
Life is earnest, art is gay.
Great souls suffer in silence.