Intellect--brain Force.

The Great Happiness Of Life, I Find, After All, To Consist In The Regular Discharge Of Some Mechanical Duty.

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.

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

It Is Play And Only Play That Makes Man Complete.

Whatever Is Not Forbidden Is Permitted.