Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

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.

Dare To Be Wrong And To Dream.

Measure Not By The Scale Of Perfection The Meager Product Of Reality.

Rarely Do We Arrive At The Summit Of Truth Without Running Into Extremes; We Have Frequently To Exhaust The Part Of Error, And Even Of Folly, Before We Work Our Way Up To The Noble Goal Of Tranquil Wisdom.

What The Inner Voice Says Will Not Disappoint The Hoping Soul.