Joy, in Nature's wide dominion, Mightiest cause of all is found; And 'tis joy that moves the pinion When the wheel of time goes round.

Great souls endure in silence.

Appearance should never attain reality, And if nature conquers, then must art retire.

I am my own heaven and hell!

Sorrow is brief but joy is endless

Dare to err and to dream. Deep meaning often lies in childish plays.

Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.